Anew
it feels deeply disingenuous,
making plans with a person you know you don’t truly want to share a future with
perhaps i’m more selfish than i let on
perhaps i’m not as truthful as i thought
how does someone go about ending things
there is so much of me in your life
my room is full of evidence
that you’ve been here,
in my life,
my bed,
inside of me
i will to paint over you in my walls
and wash you from my sheets
i will repeat my name to myself
until it is mine again
until my skin is mine again
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