Have you ever loved someone so much that it takes over an entire city?
The walls of your home have sponged up bits of the love you had. And now they’ve turned on you.
Every street you walk on, each corner you turn, it’s there. The love, it stares you in the face. The rain coaxes it out of the ground; it crawls up with the writhing earthworms.
The love has taken so much of you, there’s so little left.
A textbook romance, and now it suffocates you.
You know you want stability. But then the love knocks you out. It knows your tricks, when you wrapped your shivering self in it and slept warm.
It’s in the perfume you wear, and the clothes that are second skin and the whole damn city reeks of it.
I changed countries, people and possessions. I started to breathe freely again.
Then I came back. And all the air got sucked out.
I should have listened to Wilde.
It’s so, so much more difficult to kill the love itself.
Leave me alone.