in the beginning of the day i am fine
but gradually i will see parts of you everywhere i go
the thing about sharing yourself with someone
is that once they're gone
the parts of you that you gave them don't just leave
there's a reason they call it being lovesick
every time i hear a song we would laugh over i feel like i want to empty my stomach
vomit out the parts of you that i still have
your name still guts me
and by 2:15 am i'm sitting in bed
typing poetry into my phone so that i can try and forget that holding your hand was the safest thing that i had ever felt
so that i can try and forget that when you kissed me i was able to ignore the wretchedness of the world for once
and now here i am with an aching heart
i can't blame you for any of this
i burned this bridge myself in search of something more
blind to what i already had
and i can't get it back
