8 new Loves
The amount of joy that was birthed from the hate after I had to let you go.
The bittersweet taste of heaven when I said
This is the end of our show.
The end of your lies and tricks.
The start of recording my next mix.
Deep full breaths.
I am here. I am here. I am here.
I've learned to love them.
The lonely hours I simply can't ignore.
The truth is
My own best friend is me.
Is too much.
Except sometimes when our lips touch.