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Whisper to me what your mind is screaming. Come in closer, so close that our bodies can feel each other’s heat. So that I can hear the fast paced rhythm of your panic ridden heart beat. Hold my hand and caress my cheek, so that I can feel the softness of your flesh against mine. Hold me, so tightly that I know what’s coming is inevitable but that I can try and ignore it for the second that your arms are around me. Kiss me like you did that day on the bridge when the sun was setting and I felt infinite and as if my world was wrapped in a single smile owned by you. Tell me, come as close as you can and tell me that you’re letting me go. Tell me you love me but that you’re not in love with me. And don’t let the tears of guilt slide down the face that will haunt my memories for nights to come. And as my fingers slide out of yours, with streams of pain running down my cheeks don’t look back. Don’t give me slivers of hope to cling to when you’re gone. Let me move on when you do. Don’t give me the smile that I used to melt over and ache over every day. Don’t tell me you’re sorry and that you wished things were different because we both know things could have been but that you weren’t willing to try. Don’t text me that you miss me and that you hope we can still be friends, because we can’t. Because how am I supposed to look at you with a friendly love when all I’m thinking about is your hands sliding down my sides to pull me closer. Our bodies intertwined between the vines of your sheets, my head resting on your bare chest after hours of being one. How am I supposed to look at you without remembering the nights we made forts out of the couch pillows and watched my favorite movie all night long before discussing our ideal universe and our wanted futures? How am I supposed to cope knowing that my heart is breaking and yours is beating perfectly? How am I supposed to know that the person who knew me best did what caused my unspoken problems? How am I supposed to contain the tears every time I see you? The answer is I can’t. I can’t see you without remembering waking up at two when the sky was darker than black and your eyes were on me so that you could “memorize every inch of me”, I can’t hear your voice without remember the pitch you used when you first told me you loved me, and the last when you said you didn’t. I can’t be with you without being with you.
-J.C.M