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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