I've been filling the gaping hole you left
with empty kisses
from boys whose lips taste like cigarettes and deceit
with bodies that aren't yours
but close enough to fit the space you left in my bed.And I just realized that
the harder I try to fill it
the more I feel empty and hollow.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly