We were strongly in love for those months we spent so far apart.
I had my friends, you had yours. I had my life, you had yours.
Now that we’re one- my heart has never hurt as much. My head has never been so full of negativity. My body has never wanted to break everything out of jealousy.
I want to let you go.
The ghosts of our existing love danced with feathered feet in the shadows, crossing the boundaries between life and death. I flirted with our defeat, mumbling words like “liar”, “distance”, and “I thought you were the one.”
I saw your ghost sink back into the whites of your eyes.
I saw mine looking at the floor where her partner once danced.
I saw us breaking in half, falling slowly into two different parts of the universe. All without a fight.