Runaway

I want to get out of my skin, out of the bones I have broken, the muscles I have burned. I want to leave this weight behind and kill the brain that still repeats the moments when you made me laugh. Abandon ship is what I am aiming for and need if I want to get somewhere, and I’m desperate enough to have summoned demons and angels to help me in this plan of mine to betray what is weighing on me.

I don’t owe you any explanations beyond the fact that my feet drag through the same streets to relive the moments in which I stupidly fell in love with the person who would take me to my knees and brake my defences.

I can’t keep up with the calendar and the hollow schedule that are promises made of lies, so I am pleading for the Grim Reaper to bring me the peace of this torture that is to have learned how to breathe. 

TA.