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