she's a mess
and she knows it
she hasn't touched
any sort of alcohol
since the day the flowers
died but she hasn't
touched his milky skin either
she's cried every day since
he's been texting her
like crazy and she hasn't
responded and he's worried
and she is falling
so hard
in love that
she's shattering into pieces
she wipes the tears from
under her eyes and replies
with shaky fingers and tells
him she's okay and that she
misses him
and she sits in her
empty
empty
house and misses
the pieces of her
he packed up in his
veins and took with him
there are stars dying inside
of her and there are tears
clogging up her arteries
without him
she feels like she's
more barren desert
more abandoned home
than girl now