I'm torn between staying lonely and repeating my mistakes.
Both decisions would lead me back to square one.
But I can't stay idle- the ground beneath me has begun to quake-
Leaving this place which until recently used to be my safe haven causes fright that forces me to hold on to this last free moment like a castaway holds his flare gun.
I toss and turn every time you update your Facebook status cuz they are always about him.
How then could you expect me to receive you with a warm grin.
Hope used to be a well endowed woman but malnutrition has left her rather thin.
I must stop caring. Or at least pretend I don't.
Our cup is full- it's filled up to the brim.
I buried your live memories with a bowl of noodles, a tv remote and a bong.
As gruesome as that may seem, it helps me filter reminders of u from these random radio songs.
But you attack my sub conscious.
Break into my dreams and make me wake up with a cold sweat- you are that vicious.
I touched ink and paper to exhibit my split personality.
But somehow, the three 'me's' submit.
I was your slave so I broke these chains intentionally.
And yet, freedom from your memory would be the only thing I omit.
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