It’s a misconception that
a place has to be physical,
has to be brick and martyr -
Rather than having a heartbeat,
being a person.
I think of my exes as hotels;
somewhere I can rest and find
refuge at, but can’t afford / to
stay long term.
Instead of money -- time with them
is the funds that appear to run out.
Instead of a bill at the end of my stay
( one that I often end up over-extending) --
I receive (something more like) a prescription
for (time and healing,
recommended) extensive physical (fighting with
my) self--loathing and/before inevitably moving on.
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