I've never felt more like a stranger, lying next to your skin. Outside of myself and not knowing if anyone is in or even if I am. The breath next to me barely registers. It runs into the back of my neck, gets lost inside my hair and stays there. The air is stained copperish yellow with reality and I wished you would go, and take the copper tones with you. You did. But I stay saturated in the unpleasant colors. I think it finally happened. I think what was enough finally isn't enough. I think we're done and I think you knew it too when you left with a closed mouth goodbye, your lips pressed firmly against each other. And not against mine.
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