I’m just feeling distant.

I push away and you pull back then we fall into this weird dance. You know every step. You know how to make me trip over my feet. You know it all too well. So, crumple up the pieces of me that you stored in your mind- the parts that made you want to dance in the first place.

I won’t be part of your story so burn the fucking pages like the chapter never existed.

I felt alive before you ruined all the pages in my favorite journal. Before the breaking. Before you threw away hearts like a first grade valentine. Before you said you’re just feeling distant. Turns out I am too. -AMT©️