Breaking up with you was expected.
Isn’t it always when someone cheats
Yet three days after I said I can’t do this
You gave me flowers for our anniversary
And I promised not to set them on fire
For they were too innocent in this mess
And I gave myself till they wilted and fell
To get over how I felt betrayed by you
How, on the first day, I cried in anger
Then two days later, in pain and disbelief
I clenched my body so tight I bruised
Arms and wrist and thighs and hands
In a space between limbo and denial
But the risk wasn’t about falling apart
Because I knew you still loved me
And until you fall out of love with me
I can’t let go of myself, and I want to
So desperately be free – to leave.