it was all white noise
drilling me apart
without a choice
to kill the beat of my heart
i understand
perhaps work overflowed your life
and everything in your eye...
they're scribbles
and your mind remembered
and you took your phone out
and it was darkness and death
"he'd understand."
perhaps that's why you're not
here
and you've left me unknowing with
fear
i'd believe that.
it figures.
maybe you were rushing down
and you fell down on the stairs
and you sprained your ankle
and could not move there
so pain took over your mind
calling for help
then you were taken to the sick bay
resting
"you fell?"
"yeah."
so you're not
here
i'd believe that.
i'm staring at your empty figure.
your always
empty
figure.
com e b a c k h e r e .
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written on paper with a pen in about twenty minutes. i mean, why would i time how long i take to write something? i don't like pressuring myself.
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