actions speak louder than words.

i didn’t look back. they’re gone, erased. the feeling is fading too, you know it takes time you’ve heard it all before.

the energy saved for this has been sapped from my body and i’ve given up wanting. wanting to think about it, him, us. given up wanting. it doesn’t deserve my time, my thoughts. so this is it. a last spill.

they were only ever words.