recovered

it resurfaced every time I listen to her songs.

you, you knew who you are

you, you are every of my favorite albums of hers

Is it over now?

Are we out of the woods yet, the 1?

I remember

I remember, wanted to impelled myself with a very sharp something.

I remember, wanted jump of a speeding vehicle something.

I remember, wanted to slit my wrist with a sharp something.

Your new lovers were the clones of the dream-me.

I searched on every fucked up dates for a greater something.

I searched in every parties for something like you.

Was it over when they undressed you?

Was it over when I have gone naked in front of someone?

Was it over after we hugged under that tree, 2 p.m.?

Was it over when I wrote a book about us?

Was it over after we dropped our very last video call during the holiday?

Was it over when half-smashed my head on my bedroom floor, silent screaming, after reading your crimson letters?

But it’s over now.

Been over since the last 

Fast forward to 730 days later, now.