I won’t write you another letter
Nor think of your face
I’ll scrub away the scent of you
Off of me
I’ll replace you with another
Take her out to dinner
Romance her in ways divine
I’ll even smile, laugh at her jokes
And have a drink or two
Just like you used to do…
And tell myself
That I’m over you
That the strands of our connection
Are now broken
And the universe
Listened to my cries
Of wanting you out of my soul
I’ll hit the gym
Sweat like there’s no tomorrow
And ache something awful the next day
And as I lay there in pain
I’ll say…
Doesn’t it feel great to move on?
Doesn’t the air feel lighter
Away from your gravity
Isn’t it quieter?
I’m surely at peace…
I’ll stare at my mirror
Who knows me so well
And reflects the liar
I’ve become…
Axel Garcia 