IN, I once breathed you.
Now, I breathe out.
I shut my eyes and
inside of me I relish the view
of your scent
peeling off,
like old paint.
Long due,
such is your payoff.
I shed your memories
for in them
I no longer dwell,
nor in the miseries
of your bittersweet
hell.
Here I see
you were the disease,
yet have never wondered
what befell...
me...
I shall paint my wounds,
and seal them all,
lest you seep
into me.
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I shed your memories for in them I no longer dwell, A strong will from an exceptional broken heart.Wonderful thought, thanks for sharing