Break

You love it or you leave it, as the expression goes, love had been diluted so I left it, cowardly, one early foggy morning, like one leaves a dirty piece of clothing or a woman of one night, empty, his head still heavy with the vapors of the day before. She would inexorably end up having the upper hand, I had already almost become her slave, a day regulated to the millimeter, we always found ourselves in the same place, we kissed greedily then she followed me like my shadow wherever I went, invisible but sticky and vicious, blurring my reality, obscuring my feelings..... Obligations can't stand me, being dominated irritates me to the highest point so one fine morning I gathered my things, I analyzed the weapons at my disposal, nothing but nothing, I was going to have to strengthen my determination…. once well motivated, I crushed the scrap metal cans with an angry kick of the heel, the accomplice residue of an evening... his pernicious grip had caused them to roll to the ground. I spat my disgust on them one last time and left without looking back, slamming the door. On the steps, I let the veil of mist that had enveloped my thoughts for so many years blow away in the wind, making me vomit… filthy. I don't hate this world without you, I hated this world without really me much more... goodbye bit che...