blood,

our love died with who we used

to be .

we didn’t just change into

different beings

we slit their throats and tossed

the corpses down the ravine

hastily buried ,

in some unmarked graves

walked our separate ways .

the words i wrote were true 

but i was young and foolish -

an addict .

lets be honest we should’ve

never left the bed

your body on top of mine

head tilted back fingers tracing

your lips

at our best .

though i know you’ve moved on

long ago

someone else’s apartment

someone else’s shirt you stole

i don’t blame you

god knows i’ve done my dirt too .

but i wasn’t the first one you

fucked around with

and i don’t think i was any

exception .

really

this is my last word

last thought

last letter .

wish you the best

but i hope i never see you again