Published April 7, 2014 by Amy Elizabeth

Everything smells like it shouldn’t; 
like the memories of you cling 
to the wrinkles in the sheets,
Just enough to make imprints on my body that feel 
Like you’ve stolen time I can’t afford to give away.
And every time I look,
The lines are deeper.

So here’s my farewell:
Simply for a while.
So the lines have time to 

That going too deep
Will only hurt you.


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