The book

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And when I close that book
His book,
after all these years
Peeling back the pages,
all that’s left is sadness
at the core.
But my sadness
doesn’t belong to him
anymore.

Sadness
trickling down the spine.
It’s no longer our story
that haunts my mind.

When closure comes in the shape of him
and faceless bodies between the sheets,
the faceless bodies between my thighs retreat
They reveal a game of avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat.

Clarity hits hard
Their bodies, distractions
wearing different disguises
Protecting my mask
from shattering
Excusing the past
from mattering
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat
Avoid and repeat.