Goodnights have became goodbyes.
I do not invite hellos anymore.
They are toxic to my heart.
Only because I had allowed it.
I granted permission for the access.
It infected me to a point…
I could no longer eat without you.
I could still taste the last meal we had.
And it has spoiled my taste buds.
As if the food has been laying there for days.
I could no longer sleep in the bed we shared.
I could still smell your odor on the mattress.
And I feel sickened by the smell.
As if your corpse has found home there.
I no longer need you.
But maybe if I see you one last time.
I can say the goodbye that was disguised
By a goodnight from you.