We're not meant to be. And that's okay. :)

I can't help but notice how well matched you are. Practically perfect for one another.

I am scattered amongst the ever-changing tides.  Leaves worn with the passing of days into nights and shed onto the ground. I am ready.

I was so blind to you.

Love bleeds. Constricts and contorts. Pulls me apart. Cringes.

Carbon and lethal, bleeding air and asphalt without a reign upon the ropes that lead us directionless and passionless.

Drained from these digital diversions that delude the illusion that we were anything more.

Confession: I doubt you will miss me at all.

Immersed in writing and mind don’t matter to ever return. Let these words swallow me whole, I will drown in rhythm and syllables.

I know it’s more about him leaving than it is me. I never mattered quite as much. Accepted with humor.

Guess who stands now, prepared and idly glancing around. Unable to be destabilized. Fermented in the cement tides of realization. I no longer need you.

Coming down, separating the tissues and spreading scissors, severing these strings that guided my motions for so long. I am whole, divided and realized. Devoid of need and reach. Individualized, cemented and saved.

She forges letters inside my wrists as though she were stitching up linens, a canvas of skin met with scissors and wet tapestry.

Sometimes I wanna cry, like I know it's over, but it really never began. Too soon, too soon, I repeat to myself. Yet the fact remains the same, an end was made without words.

I threw love at him. Scooped it up in all of its syrupy, unfound muck and tossed it his way. I suppose it was only naturally that he should return it with a rugged sort of rejection. It lingers. Scars and bruises those vulnerable places. Goodbye without an end. Wounds without healing. Dishing out remains. Ruins of seasons spent under his gaze and close in his arms.

I was frozen in the want the need that I felt for you. I allowed frostbite to encase me and separate me from the entire world.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

Gorgeous and worthless. Funny isn't it?

Caught between defending you and hating you all the same.

Why do you do this to me?

I love his mind and I hate him.