This warm bed holds me hostage in fear of what lies on the outside.
There's nothing to hold tight against my skin except these sheets, and as I pull the warm covers over my head; I can't help to forget your memory.
You weren't the first, but the first of its kind.
What happened to us?
I'm so proud of this strength I didn't know existed within me, as I fought the urge to contact you within these past 48 hours after we called it a quits.
I find myself replaying your favorite songs and artists in my headphones as I subconsciously still hold onto your fading presence.
While I drive, I look over my shoulder and catch a glance at where you once sat, and where our bodies intertwined during the night.
But, I can't keep holding onto you, or let you back in when we reunite again because we used each other, and as much as I miss you; I know you much better now and realize you're not what I want, and that's okay.
May have taken me four months filled with daylight escapes and late nights, but I'm glad I never kissed you; even though I so desperately wanted too. I'm glad, because now I know I can breathe without you.
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