I feel as though we've broken up and this is the beginning of the worst part of it all. This is the part where I come out from your place, barefoot, tear stained, all my useless pocessions cupped in my arms disastrously and then I'm leaving you just as your coming after me to yell somemore. I throw all my worthless stuff in the car and allow my eyes to flicker up to your apartment just to remember one last time (in case I forget) where I've left the most valuable piece of me.
I shove the door closed, adjust the mirror to better sights and don't look back.
Almost.
-k.p.
"On the Run" 2016
10:06am, Wednesday, October 5th
