The invisible marks of your fingerprints burned into my skin, still hot and aggressive even though you haven’t touched me in what feels like a lifetime. Scared to open my mouth, not because the words that might fall out of my dirty mouth will cut through the air the same way that your cold stone gaze cuts through the emptiness of the an actually crowded room, but because of the silent, unequal breaths that are not completely mine. they should be mixed with yours, but no, they got lost in somebody’s else cherry lips, tasting a bit like the blood flowing out of the deep wound in your dropped by me heart. Something that i feared the most happened and the worst part of it is that i could’ve stopped it from happening. What’s so difficult about not pressing your touch hungry hands onto your friends neck, covered in delicate hickeys made by the said friend’s lover? What’s so difficult about not pressing your chapped lips that said so many filthy sentences before finding themselves on the plushy mouth petals of another cheater? The feeling of guilt trying to get out of my body by the salty tears sitting in the corners of my bloody red eyes, but they wont fall out, not like we did. So small but holding on so tight trying to mask the palpitation of my heart, not wanting to make it look like i am the victim of this situation even though i wish it was like that. I could blame someone different then, right? Not noticing that im moving, my body aching closer to yours while my mind is stuck on the moment i’ve decided to turn our world upside down, taking so many steps back that i could bump into the horizon with my sore back, fall from the cliff of hope that i wish was still with me, end up on the cool hard ground with a loud thump, not as loud as the sound of your angry voice that is still ringing in my rotting brain, not having time to acknowledge what’s happening, just silence stuck with my twisted and bent in an unnatural way lifeless body.