I'm a compass, you're a magnet. Back off.

It's hard to distinguish which direction I'm heading. Am I feeling more alive or more dead. Falling apart now isn't feeling as natural as it did with you. I'm as free as I've ever been, but you're just as free as you'll ever be.

Goodbye is too good a word

You're articulating words with an ingenuous tongue. The lukewarm thoughts roll down the back of my ear. I don't respond. Instead, I close my eyes and dream of the fire you used to breathe down my neck.
I swallowed my soul to lie in the depths with you. I think it's finally time for me to throw it up and rise again.

This is your heart. This is your heart on drugs.

I've seen many of your faces, but what's in front of me is not one I've known before.
It's grim. It's heartless. It's brutal.
Your eyes no longer remember who I am, your soul forgets how I used to make you feel, and your brain has halted its effort towards getting any of that back.
You're losing your nerve, it's numbing your heart away.
There's nothing left for me there.
It seems as if there's more of you still inside of me than what resides in you now.