This was not a break-up, not this time.
Nothing got broke.
I’m not broken I’m better, and you are not fallen, you are stronger.
It was not a break-up, we were simply sewn together, after so many years eating, sleeping and breathing right next to each other, after so much time of my head resting on your shoulder it happened that we got glued by stitches.
But threads began to get loose, and instead of fixing them when they were small and it was easy, we started picking at them, that was the problem, we pulled them, pulling us apart.
It was not a break up it was a surgery. It started with Vodka Vs. Whisky, With “The driver is the DJ” when we only had manual transmission cars that I couldn’t drive, with me always being half an hour early and you half an hour late, with your football Sundays when it was your only free day, with you not understanding that killing a rat with my kitchen knife was not acceptable, with me forgetting what kind of milk you like and then forgetting your birthday that time.
Your friends Vs mine
Your music Vs mine
Your happiness Vs mine
It was not a break up, it was a really long and crappy movie but were too lazy to get up and change the channel so we just kept watching.
It was not a break up, nothing fell down and got broke, it was the opposite; we started building something, a tower of lies, resentment, secrets, and regrets. By the time we finished we were so far up the only way out of it was to jump. But I wanted to jump north and you wanted to go south.
And there were still a couple of stitches between us, still a thread from your heart to mine.
But we jumped anyway.
And it did hurt , the final rip.
The fall was long and it was hard to land.
I automatically turn to see if you are all right, but all i can see now is the gigantic tower we made, now separating us forever.
And if you landed okay, that I’ll never know.