I threw out my favorite flannel shirt
I couldn't look at it without seeing your fucking bedsheets
the blue ones that bunched up underneath us
the ones i clenched with clammy fingers
and wouldn't let go of
I don't keep gum in my back pocket anymore
I can still feel your hot breath
on my neck on my chest on my face
oh god I hate this
I thought you could make me feel something
but now I can't feel
anything
all I am now is paper bag skin
I can hear myself tearing
you sucked my soul out through my throat
breathed it into your own lungs
let it mingle with other souls and cigarette smoke
like it didn't even fucking matter
like I didn't matter
I can't sleep
all I hear is
your staggered breaths and my silence
I don't see your eyes
you didn't look at me
all I see is bare skin
clothes on the carpet
the alarm clock
11:38 11:39 11:40 11:41
zip
i remember clutching the steering wheel
with shaking hands
couldn't stop fucking shaking
my knuckles turned white as the light turned green
stay in your lane, stupid
I offered myself on a silver platter
you devoured me
picked my bones clean and
spit out my blood
like I knew you would that was the deal
I made the choice
now live with it, stupid
This is the spell I cast
with a clenched jaw and a bad memory
the magic hasn't kicked in yet
someday I will say it didn't matter
and mean it
maybe after I've seen more bare skin and clothes on different carpets
more alarm clocks
maybe once I've seen someone's eyes

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Smells Like Teen Angst
PoesiaThoughts and muses from an angsty teenager (me). Cover art is by petercmatthews on DeviantArt.