without the picture of your face invading visions in my head
and your name in my stories
my tongue free of storytelling regrets
speaking words without bitter tones
and uncertainty in my emotions
priorities finally in tact
doing nothing but thinking bout myself for once
and only concerned with what my own body's doing
neglecting it all
not trying to fix what happened
feeling indifferent
erasing the memories we made
numbing my feelings
using each new day for healing
recognizing that I can’t dwell anymore
but live the life I intended to before I met you
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