Inkmouth

goodbye

all my favourite things

are slowly fading into the background

we don't hold hands

so tight anymore

my old toys

and your old medicine cabinet

look more welcoming

each day

i pass through the crowd

like a child

despaired and disoriented

ignored

i'm someone else's business

all my favourite people

remember when we meant so much

so much more

and we could sit outside

and pretend i wouldn't burn

the scarring was worth

worth the sentimentality

I'm someone else's business