Thursday, December 18




i washed the dishes and cleaned the living room with dry eyes while you were packing your bags to go home. i didn't want so much evidence of the time you were here after you're gone. you kissed me and told me to lock the doors and to take care of myself. you left the radio playing with a timer in your room. now i'm showering with the door open and playing the music you hate, just trying to remember what i'm like when i'm strong and alone.

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