I no longer can stay with you – your taste is now bitter, no
strawberry flavoured kisses,
I no longer
can stay with you – your scent is now too musky,
I no
longer can stay with you – your gaze is now a glacier, piercingly cold,
I no
longer can stay with you – your touch makes my skin ache.
…
You started
like a tale as old as time – a long - forgotten sweetness pouring into my
mouth.
Every stolen
minute flew like a blink of an eye,
Every spoken
word felt like music, song so distant yet devoted, mine.
Your presence
awoke feral thoughts as if I were a beast, finally ready to escape the chains,
Suppressed
for ages, ready to taste the freedom you offered, ready to come out.
Every touch
made me strong, ready to endure what you had in store for me,
Ready to
explore, ready to be devoured, ready to evaporate.
Your raspy
voice, so enchanting, made me dance under the full moon like an untamed wolf.
Your fingers
tracing my spine defied gravity, I felt like a raven roaming freely through the
sky.
…
Your lips
are now foreign – rotten cranberries replaced the sweetness I learned to love.
Your scent
still lingers in the outer corners of my room, still refusing to leave even
after I replaced you with a bouquet of fresh lilac.
I no
longer search for the empty eyes you gifted me – you are now just another
stranger passing by my life.
My body
still remembers your touch – I refuse to forget what it feels like not be held.
…
But I will
bury your scent beneath fresh flowers every day,
I will
change the music and introduce a new dance,
I will
teach my body to stop craving the touch of your hands,
I will accept
the lonely room and never let you reach the door.
…
I no
longer can stay with you – I refuse to drink the wine dressed in sweetness,
brewed only to poison me,
I no longer
can stay with you – I refuse to wear your scent follow me,
I no
longer can stay with you – I refuse to shiver in your winter,
I no
longer can stay with you – your touch is now a scar I choose not to heal.
