Nothing To Do With You

You said it's got nothing to do with me. My eyes were heavy trying to hold it all back inside my head, trying to imagine how it's got nothing to do with me. My mind was tired from unfinished work at the office that week. My mind was about to explode. 

I looked at you strange in the eyes, my lips move but I can't hear myself say anything at all. Every word coming out of your mouth sounds like newspaper cutouts, like it was all scripted before you came to pick me from work this evening. I tried to believe you like I always did for the past 2 years, but my ears refuse to process.

You said it's got nothing to do with me. You said you haven't found someone else, that it's completely a personal mess at your end. You don't want it to affect what you and I are having, the happiest moments of my life since graduation. You turned the last moments of my youth into a bedroom of butterflies in the summer.

Our seconds long embrace was the last friction I've had of you. You were thinking of her when you were in my arms that last time, the only thing that made sense at such emotional flood I wsa in. Your t-shirt collar smelled of infidelity, a perfume so familiar. 

But I understand, it's got nothing to do with me.