I found this while cleaning up my PC :)

I’ve decided to let go. Let go of the thought of you. If I don’t, I’d drown in a sea of memories, and choke on the would-be’s of it all.

I’ve decided to let go. Let go of that mass of love I threw away(- or was it taken away?). That cloud I smoked you out with… all to waste. Yeah… and even though I’m rubbing my bruises, I’m no longer in bondage.

You think someone else would want to dwell in my perfume?

You think another guy would love the smell of my hair the way you do?


…most probably not, I realized. But it’s ok... he likes my shoulders and the way I walk.