Maybe I shouldn’t have taking it that far with us.
Let it be.
Distract myself with other things.
But I don’t want to join a book club.
Or talk about what dress I’m wearing.
Or engage in another women’s co-working session.
Or stare out over Palermo Hollywood from the 7th floor with an empty glaze.
I don’t want to drink more wine or eat another steak.
I like to stand on balconies in Buenos Aires and look at the ivy climbing up the grey concrete walls.
I force fed the destruction.
Until I could almost not breathe.
Until I reached my absolute limit.
I pushed as far as I could until I learned the lesson.
Until I realised that you were just a reflection
Of everything I didn’t want to admit
Of the darkness and the light
I pushed until I wished for green instead of grey.
Until rivers and rainforest came back to my mind.