The air is chilling to the core, bitting at me like those three words that tore us apart, rattling my bones, shaking like that fateful night repeating itself again. December shouldnt feel this way. The coldness that you show is nearly unbearable, almost fatal at the lowest point of my existence, moving forward could never be so satisfying.
My breathe parts the air with its warmth pushing aside particles sustaining its shape. Nothing like the shape you left me in. A part of myself fleeing, same as you.
The smoke billows from my lungs from the cigarette i lit as a crutch in pursuit of freeing my mind of the thoughts of you, I quit.
December shouldnt feel this way no not like this. Remember everything that brought me to this point. Take a pen and document the struggle. Retrace the steps that got you here and replay the night you left. What am I becoming, what have I become?
Bring up the past like it was yesterday, the day you shared yourself with me for the first time. Remember it as though it was the last.
this was the first entry into my blackberry there may be ones before it but i will have to find them. hope you liked it.
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