Dear Simone

Dear Simone,

I know you and my therapist said that’s not love. But that’s the love I knew. And I don’t care what anyone says, he loved me. In his own distorted way, I know he loved me. I refuse to think otherwise.

2nd month ignoring him and I’m proud of me.

The body remembers.

I often wonder when the final breath for our relationship was.

I shaved my whole body and even the back of my head.

He and I used to drink from the same poison, running from the darkness. I ran to him, he ran. Just ran.