it feels like jumping into an empty pool. my hair feels filthy and i can't breathe. i wish i could remove the fucking feel of your hands from my hair.
Remember the time when you felt so guilty that you fucked it out of you. or how when i couldn't stop shaking
and you made
it
a
point
/reality
so that
i couldn't move.
i like the way water tastes on my skin these days. my eyes feel clearer. a fraction less salty and something that i didn't force down my throat. it's not like i miss your lips or your neck or your eyes or your hair or your laugh; your frown and your tears. your ridiculous height, and petty fights. good riddance really. why the fuck did it feel so real. when i can see you laughing with her and it's not at all like crawling in shrapnel. it's like drowning in it. the pool wasn’t empty.
my stomach protests everything these days.
it's not funny i say. it's not funny. stop laughing. please stop laughing. please stop loving me. you promised you'd stay.
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