Wanderfuck

19 Aug

You never learned to walk away, you always needed to be told it’s over and that there isn’t any more need to stay. But you couldn’t find your feet to help you, even when she repeated she was fine without you. There was something about her, wasn’t there? You assumed you could find hidden love if you peeled off her layers. But nothing laid beneath, no resent, no secret intent. She meant what she said, it was only your heat that brought her back from the dead. It wasn’t love that made her whole, she was her own person always in control. Foolish man, run along. Stop fucking with what you will never belong.

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