Kill Me
I don’t think about you daily anymore. I don’t trouble myself with whether you’ve eaten today or if you got home safe. Anxiety doesn’t eat away at me when I think of you in perilous situations. The wounds will always remain as a reminder, but you will never be welcome here with me again. Your crops in my heart have withered. Your storms have rolled over. The choppy, cold waves you crashed on the shores of my mind have receded to the tide pools of my soul and dried up just like your fragmented skin. Your memory no longer poisons me and sends me shuddering, gripping for my hair until the pain subsides. I’m sorry we both broke all of our promises to each other but it is time that I move on as well. The show never ends, and whether I hide the truth in the mask or my face, you’ll never know.