I quit you like I quit cigarettes. Each day that I awake, I remind myself that I don’t need you. With every breath that I take, I remember that you are not the air that I breathe. You will not be the cancer in my heart. My growth will not be stunted by someone who’s stagnant. The flame that we burned together has been rubbed out of existence on the sole of my boot. There’s only ash.
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ADRIAN MARIE JONES 