falling out of love with you wasn't painful.

laughter still rips through my

body unexpectedly, and doubt still

suffocates my senses.

gleaming eyes, hidden smiles, promises

that would be broken in a week

if we wanted to be truthful for once.

everything still happens.

it simply begins to occur without

you.

there isn't a moment where i feel guilt,

and it's freeing, in a way.

liberating. 

to know i'm no longer tied down by

the acknowledgement of being your

entertainment and companion for the

sake of not being alone.

the heart has been purged because you kept

on taking ,

and taking,

and taking,

until i didn't love you anymore.

losing you felt better than gaining you.