When done, is done…

If it hurt’s you more than you feel it hurts me, know it’s not the case. And if u hurt you, don’t go thinking I haven’t hurt myself bcuz you cannot see my emotions on my face. It’s just that we are wired differently and I can contain the fluctuations I’m fixated on. Unlike your ability to hold in the trauma forced by trauma and other details that alter your heart’s norm. In a world where society looks down on men when we hide our untold weakness, I must restrain as if I’m invincible. As you will prolly wish you were invisible. Neither of us will wanna be seen by the naked eye as whispers gather in the wind. So as you go on beyond closed doors, I’ll  sacrifice the reality of me out in the open like my mind hasn’t taken a detour. Just know, before that day comes the loss is real. At least for some time as I too must heal. Avoiding the pleasures of touch we’ve shared along the way. Just don’t feed into the black expression in my face. It’s to help forget a friend and a luv’r that has to move on. The depths reached is a place I will not dwell in as they’ll be scattered and torn. But there’s always an end after the beginning of strangers touching for the first time. Call it what it is, it’s life. I’ll ignore you even existed and you’ll have no knowledge I am a thing. It isn’t luv that’s complicated, it’s what’s left that mashed it hard to breathe. As I’ll accept the villain role. As my tongue will remain silent as the chapter of us comes to close without a creased fold. I’ll be nada, nothing, not a fuckin chuckle it would take to acknowledge me. And I’ll sleep good without you in my dreams. We can lie to everyone but the mirror, smiling for the picture we’ll pose. There’ll come a moment where there just isn’t any hope. From what I’ll hear is you’d wish you’d never fucked me. But there’s no word on my kid that’s willing to speak. You see, we can only walk together for so long. Listening to all the pretty lil songs. But you won’t get to me no matter how much you dig. I’ll be the shallow one to save you from truly tasting me as a sip. I’m okay with the outcome. When done, is done…