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730 Days
Every 730 days the human skin fully replaces itself
not one of my skin cells will be the same
I cannot wait for this day to come
The day that that you never touched me
The day that my skin never felt the touch of your hand
The day my skin never heard you whisper "I love you"
Or felt your breath close and hot
Because after those 730 days you can't say I was ever yours
My face will be fresh, untouched by the tears you caused
Soaked by fear and lies
You drew me in with your soft words
Your willingness to listen and perfectly placed compliments
I necer saw the strom coming becuase I thought that I,
I was smart and safe
To avoid the thunderr and lightning
I had to be safe enough not to get into a bad relationship,
Smart enough to get out of one
Sure we had all been taught the warning signs
Or been given the speech on "What made a toxic relationship"
But I never noticed the change in his voice
The occasional roughness of his tough
It's normal to get in fights right?
But when are the fights too much?
Too often, too heated, too fast, too much blaming
The blame would never fall on him
Always me apologizing, begging for him not to be mad
Maybe he never laid a hand on me but he hit me with his words
Slashed me with accusations,
Crushed me with blame
I crumbled again and again
Yet he was somehow also there to pick me back up
He would forgive me and his words would soothe the wounds
His words would make me forget to be afraid for next time
It wasn't until told me in the heat of an argument
that he didn't think I actually loved him that I stepped back
Somehow those words were too far for me
Crossing a line I didn't know I'd drawn
And also made me wonder if he was right
He tried one last time to tear me with his words
Prometed by me telling him we were over
They were quiet words filled with venom and pleading
But never loud because we were in public
A place chosen by me so he couldn't go past words
He used his words to grab hold of me and pull me back
And I almost stayed but I knew I couldn't
I shouldn't
Because I didn't know if I'd be able to leave again
In 380 day, he will never have touched me
Never kissed me when I wasn't in the mood
His words will never have washed over me
His hands never have held me
I wait for those 380 days to end
Because then I can know for sure that I am free
And say that I was never his
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