I used to [love] her…
Today she’s discarded on the curb like a hooker. Her stench remains. It clings to me like burden, of which no amount of anything can erase or disguise.
Tomorrow.
(Mm-hmm.)
Tomorrow she’s rid from existence. Tomorrow I wake refreshed, a man anew. The truth of her erased. Tomorrow and henceforth my energy is devoted to our disassociation.
(Mm-hmm.)
Yet behind these sentiments I shake for her embrace; my pen trembles in the shadow of her consideration; my chest is aflame in want of her passion; my thoughts shatter in lieu of my conviction – I left her.
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