I chose to lose you,
to lose the love you gave me.
I had to leave you.
I didn’t mean to
let our relationship die.
I couldn’t take it.
Our love looked perfect,
Just whispering sweet nothings
staying up all night.
I miss what we had,
but I felt you judging me.
Yet, you still loved me.
I walk a fine line.
Life and death.
Funny and weird.
Smart and dumb.
Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.
Will I stay on this line forever?
When will I get off?
I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.
pressed into shapes I never liked.
Rolled and folded into the perfect form.
My face and body configured
to make me look appetizing.
It had been
356 days,
8,544 hours,
512,640 minutes,
since March 11, 2025.
It had been
356 days of smiling,
and crying, and yelling,
and laughing, and fighting,
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