Stop thinking of him now.
Like warm coffee, warm sink, warm hands,
Stop.
Cold coffee, cold sink, cold hands,
He's in love with the idea of himself.
And you love him.
And now you must learn to leave
warm jackets, warm hands, warm glances
and live with his
empty jackets, empty hands, empty glances.
Stop loving him.
Stop.
Then.
He was thinking of you then.
Like new beginnings, new laughter, new grins.
He was.
Dead endings, deadpan silence, dead grimace.
The silence space he left in his wake,
But he's still here.
But now you must learn to grieve
New mornings, new girls, new flings
and know they become his
Done mornings, done girls, done flings.
He was yours once.
Once.
Always.
He never promised you always.
Like golden rings, golden years or gold lining.
Never promises.
Broken rings, broken years, broken lining.
Your desire led you to him,
And your spirit dragged you back.
And now you must learn to relieve
Choked hopes, choked promises and choked dreams
and resurrect your faith in
fresh hopes, fresh promises and fresh dreams.
Seek your new Always.
Seek.
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