Don't get me wrong. Your no longer mine, just like a disease that I want nothing to do with. The clicks will get lesser and you will be washed out from all the gaps.

Haven't I told you before we started pain makes people change and look what you've done, I'm changing again. You never knew what you want, when all I wanted was you.

Do you know what is cruel?

Standing in the crowd staring at flags, clutching fist, holding tears. Gripping the wheel in an empty car that will never carry your scent. Heart flinching when I pass a familiar place, hand reaching for heart to hold it in. Breathing yet suffocating as the lungs refuse to believe its inhaling, hammering at my chest to take in air.

I will. Quit you.