I found joy in the silence of your kiss-the one you took away.
I found peace in your touch-the one I won’t miss.
I searched my memory for the agony of my loss-your loss.
When our song came on SoundCloud, it spoke fondly to the rivers of my eyes.
I talk to myself now. Just like I used to before you came.
The song is no longer sad, I must admit. You were a fond color.
A hue of sorts.
A friend…of sorts.
Were you mine?
Were you my friend?
I no longer call. But you stopped first-my loss.
I know I wasn’t wrong this time, you were- our loss?
There is desire in the sheets we shared.
No. Not for you.
A longing…of sorts.
Sometimes I squeeze.
Sometimes I wash.
Last night, I made love to myself: A cup of milk, a movie, a laugh alone.
It featured our favorite actor- I won’t hate him.
I tried. But I like him more than I loved you.
Did you love?
Did you love me?
I look forward to never seeing you again.
I might smile when I do. Do not be alarmed, it’s my evil plan.
I would hatch a scheme to watch you crawl.
Seize your light and make you fall.
I do not hate you.
Hate is soft.
Hate is weak.
Hate is handicap.
You disgust me.
I will not forget you.
Or your bedroom hymns.
I will not forget the promises I made the day we met.
Nor the rage you left when you sent that text.
I will not forget you, my erstwhile soul mate.
And you should not forget that I loved you.
That I knew your soul and your desires.
The goals you craved and the prize you deserved.
I will not forget the reasons why you smiled.
Or how you blinked when embarrassed behind those balls of wonder I loved to kiss.
Yes, those…I will miss.
Yes, you’re right. I won’t miss.
If you read this, my erstwhile love, I will like to thank you for bringing me closer to myself.
For teaching me what I cannot stand and the desires I cannot condone.
I must thank you for letting me try to be human.
It’s a hard job. One I love taking weekends off for.
Remember: I meant every kiss.
And on this letter, I mean every hiss.
For your own good, let’s never meet again.
You might not recognize the monster you trained.