I can't recall the day everything changed. My reality was real and then it just wasn't anymore. If I could manage not to pretend to process how cold that bed felt the first night after you left, maybe I'd be closer to progress.. Instead I clench tight my frayed and tattered heartstrings around deceptive regrets. Closure has become to my life what you have become to my life.. Something once that consumed me and something now that must be proved to me..
Of one thing I am certain, is that acceptance is the epitome of savagery. For a taste it allows, finding you blissful, from behind it prowls.. A handful of bleach strips anything hopeful from a mouth..