Quick thoughts on the color of reflections, the warm orange of a street light.

I could feel the inside of me closing off. I could feel the need diminishing.

I can tell myself a million times that i need no one.

I hear your sobs and sniffles. And I move further and further.

I feel my own tears fall and they all make their way to my lips.

I taste each one with zeal. Salt and agony. That is this taste.

In the distance, through the darkness I can make out the trees and i contemplate each moment like a writer might. WRiting out each image and moment in my head. Forgetting as quickly as i can think them up.

These Lines i dedicate to you...

To these last breaths of love.

To the pains we will endure.

To all that i want that will remain unsaid.

I walked away in tears, my fists clenched, fingernails digging into skin.

When I got inside I wipe remaining tears away, check myself in the mirror. The calm of sadness always brings to my face a certain look i've always found more beautiful than any other face i make.

I search for somethign that could draw blood, i'll be honest. I found nothing. I didn't look very long. That's not a part of me any more. Like so much of what i used to be.

Everytime i said "nothing" i truly meant it. Blank face. Blank mind. Silly trick I learned.

I'll say it again, I don't need anyone.

Look at me here, brave and strong. No tears. No sad words. No consolation or need or ache.

Nothing.

LIke the picture you made that i quickly dismissed.