What?

we broke up.

You just crushed me, you hurt me. I can't think strait, I can't breathe. Am I relieved, am I just the tiniest bit happy. Freedom is farmiliar, does that make it easier.
How will I look at you, how will I exist like this. How can I push you so far away that it doesn't bother me anymore?

Stop calling, stop asking if I am okay.

Stop caring, you don't have the right anymore.

Where Am I?

I am disconected, turned of.
I don't want kisses or cuddles.
I am not in love. At least, I don't think I am.
Was I ever? Where does that go? How does it happen?
Just poof.
Suddenly yesterday seems a million lives from now.