halsey

but you are gone

"I have a bruise on my calf from the grip of your hand.
My tongue is still patchy with roasted flesh from when I burnt it on that tea on Friday.
There is a stain on my shirt from the cranberry vodka I spilt on myself shaking with laughter in your lap.
I had to slip off the sneakers I wore today because you tied them so weak when I asked you to.
I find receipts and tickets.
From trains and planes we slept on in awkward positions.
You are gone.
And all of these things are still here.
Resonating like a single note through the static mess I call a head.
You are gone.
And all of these things are still here.
And I'm swallowing a hard lump down my throat, that is sore from all the 'i love you's I choked through my sobs last night.
Through lips that have slivers of pink tissue missing.
From biting back the "i need you's" I couldn't say.
And all of these things are still here.

-But You Are Gone.