sore.five. missing you is a constant ache, lodging itself in my spine, stingingsore. by ~bing-bam-boom
acidically in the corners of my mouth.
all I can taste is metal, metal, metal.
four. youre in every corner of every room, in every corner of my mind.
and on most days, I dont know if any of this is worth it.
I just wish I could let you go.
three. memories shaking me, smashing against my mind in exact beat with my heart.
and I still feel your fingertips sometimes,
raking my skin like its last year.
two. your words get harsher every day, and your face gets more reckless.
but every day Im breaking,
becoming eventually more subdued.