Clean up all you want. But I see the stains of guilt under your nails as you try to grab me into bed. I can smell the numbness that emanates from your body.Your thirst for me has been quenched. Why the drama, love? The strings that held us together, they’re broken. A hair’s breadth stands between you and your freedom. Break it. Walk off. The doors are open. I won’t stop you. I’ll look away when the torrent begins.