The Art of Departure

Let’s do this in reverse

We’ll unroot each other from one another’s heart completely but before that, I would like to ask you something, why does it feel like you’re whispering to my heart every time we speak? 

It doesn’t matter, I think there’s been a mistake here and I’m not supposed to tell you this but from now on I want you to lose every signal my eye sends your way. 

Believe me when I say that I’m winning this battle with myself.

I am.

Only I don’t know it yet.

In order to do this correctly, I believe we should do a last dance, it’s necessary to feel everything before we say goodbye to it, don’t you think?

It’ll be okay love, we’ll do this slowly and at once, they say it pains us less this way. What have we got to lose? 

Please ignore anything I will try to tell you after this conversation ends, I want you to deny my every request so I don’t come back knocking your door asking for a second chance.

I want you to remember this as the last time you left someone this easily, I need you to keep remembering to forget we ever happened.

In fact, let’s burn my shark tooth necklace, I think cleansing requires a sacrifice and I’m ready to wear my shame on my sleeve.

One last thing, I need you to put me out the way you stab a dying cigarette.

Suddenly then discarded.

Peekaboo

I have visited you for months on a loop. You were waiting for me inside a secret trap door inside my mind. Nobody knew how to forge a hidden pathway to your compartment, except for me, and that was devine because we are safe together. Always were.

We never used words, it was not necessary with us, you spoke my silence language and I understood the meaning of your sighs. You were my home and I was your security blanket inside that tiny space of invisibility. 

However, there was a code that we’d agreed to follow every time we met to ensure the safety of our union. But one day the others found out about us and the code was broken.

With that, you migrated from my mind to another and we no longer saw each other. 

Sometimes I tell myself that there is a thin line connecting my heart to yours and I’ll always find you, like that red string theory. (Do you know it?)

A year ago, I tried to locate your whereabouts, I did not succeed, but I left you a message in our hideaway, because we're good at this game.

I get lost and you find me.

The Other Side

They told me that I used to exist happily on my body until a tumor on my left shoulder with the size of a walnut kept growing day by day resembling  a second head carried through a protruding extension of my skin holding identical set of eyes, nostrils, cheeks and mouth.

I didn’t know what to expect at the time, so I kept my tumor/head secret from everyone else and hid it beneath a large cloth next to my left ear thinking that it would eventually go away and shrink to its normal size.

One day as I stared at my unwanted companion, I noticed that it murmurs nonsense in unknown language to me. I couldn’t distinguish the words but later I realized that it wants to replace me entirely and take over my body.

I agreed to surrender right away and start over on a new body to recreate our memories.

Ever since then I’ve become a thousand times lighter but I’m not sure that I want to bring back any of our memories, I’m completely free..