There have been so many words lately that I have wanted to say but it seems like there hasn’t been any time to transcribe them to paper or screen.

I hate the way I still smell of you I hate the way it clings
I can wash myself forever but never feeling clean.

Your touch is like a water stain your breath a moldy decay.

The worlds come tumbling out your mouth like bombs onto old cathedrals.

You’re disrespecting my archetecture
Disrespecting my soul

You’re tainting my sunshine

This sickly memory of you
Repulsed me.

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