I push the bookshelves down.
I delete the playlist I’ve always kept around.
I unsubscribe from any service that streams movies.
I’m tired of being love’s groupie.
Hopeless romantic,
the space between real love and I is as wide as the Atlantic.
They made me believe that you were magic,
and that you were on the way.
All you ever fucking did,
was stay away.
–S.