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He looks at ht, white-knuckled fists His stare, loaded with conte to slap his five-o’clock shadowed cheek But worst of all, the ever-forher while I allowheart to further break into tiny, irreparable pieces

If I could count all the ways I love this , because I can’t bring myself to want to remember the reasons why I still love him

So, I’ve given up

But let the record show, he gave up first, and I hate him for it

He let the love we’ve shared turn sour, and it’s all by his own doing He took all I had to give, my heart, my passion, ers aroundoozed between the cracks

I esture to let e How his lips would crush hout the day

And now?

Urgency is a thing of the past, and e over a year ago when he concluded we no longer required the fundamentals to make it work

There are no tender moments

No kissing

No fucking

Not even a whisper of his fingers brushing mine

We simply exist

He ignores ain his affections My perfect hair andto his particular taste My lasered, smooth body remains unseen by his now dispassionate eyes I can’t recall the last tier to claim my body andhalt Like a light flicking off, so did his taste for anything me