I’m working on my backwards walk, walking with no shoes and socks. The time rewinds to the end of May, I wish we’d never met then but met today.
I’m working on my faults and cracks, filling in the blanks and gaps. When I write them out they don’t make sense so I need you to pencil in the rest. I’m working on drawing a straight line and I’ll draw until I get one right. It’s bold and dark girl, can’t you see? I’ve drawn a line between you and me. I’m working on erasing you, I just don’t have the proper tools. I get hammered and forget you exist, but there’s no way I’m forgetting this.
I’m working hard on walking out but my shoes keep sticking to the ground. My clothes wont let me close the door, my trousers seem to love your floor.
I’ve been working on my backwards walk and there’s nowhere else for me to go except back to you, one last time. Please say yes before I change my mind.

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