"i miss you"
                              are the dead words
                              that have made a home
                              on my lips,
                              a hollow house
                              built from
                              nails of numbing regret
                              and wooden planks of kisses dreamt
                              
                              after "i miss you" decided
                              they were never leaving
                              my sharp, smashed splinters of what's left
                              of my thoughts and tears,
                              they announced they were
                              silently staying for the grieving
                              of our beginning so new and fragile—
                              not a new life, per say, 
                              not a wailing baby's cry
                              rocking the world and the sky,
                              but a silent, stretching beginning
                              of two young lives intertwined,
                              that have somehow died
                              when it came high tide,
                              and the words 
                              "i miss you"
                              along with them
                              
                              can those three words
                              reeking of a painful hollow
                              fill a hollow friendship,
                              or will the carcass of what we had
                              only become
                              a russian doll
                              of empty empty empty—
                              but i'll write it here,
                              smashing that painted russian doll
                              and the dense wood layers of
                              "i love you"
                              "i miss you"
                              "i want you"
                              into the ground
                              and i'll spit it out—
                              "goodbye"
                              and i finally feel
                              the hollow home
                              of "i miss you"
                              leave my lips
                              with a faint kiss
                              and a tomorrow's wish
                              that hearts can heal
                              into something stronger
                              but softer
                              than steel
                              
                              love,
                              mari
                              
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
 
                                               
                                                  