And she was never free.

𝕦𝕤.

i still think of you at times

the glimpse of what was once us runs through my head like a train with no stops

i still almost smile at you whenever i see you

i suppose a dog never forgets the tricks she was taught

you were all i had 

or so you made me believe 

you were never a good man

but i fell in love with the vision of you in my head

this freedom feels strange 

i have days were i see something and think

"oh he will like this-"

then i remember there is no "he" 

there is no you

there is no us.