Now that I decided to leave your life, I just need to figure out how rip you out of my lungs, separate you from my air, drain you out of my blood, cut you out of my brain. Let go all our music, all our words, our moments, all the delicious sounds of your name.
I have to throw you up. Extract you like the disease you´ve become.
No more gastritis
No more knocking me down depression
No more torrents of tears.
You took all the breaths, all the heartbeats, all atoms of life you could.
Now go away. I want to heal