Written by Jacob Ibrag
She’s with my lawyer in the other
room negotiating other ways to fillet
what’s left of me. It’s pointless though,
she could have it all. Need her to take
everything till I’m empty and free from
those lips and memories. It wasn’t all
bad though, at least not in the beginning.
We defined perfection and true love,
till we grew apart. Coexisting without
actually living. We used to stare at each
other for hours and not say a thing, I
would know exactly what she was
thinking. We’re strangers now,
desperately longing to dissipate
from this shared tiny space.