my abstract home

the cells of my skin will replace regularly

and the memories of you will fade

the smoothness of your back, forgotten eventually

at rest, the memories we made

broken promises, a broken heart, broken skin

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seeping into the cracks left on uncharacteristically cold March nights

where love and reason wore thin

the love I thought I knew, reduced to senseless fights

thousands of steps, hundreds of miles together

painful to leave my undeniable best friend

you were and will always be my favourite adventure

I never wanted this to end