Looking at pictures hurt so bad because you can tell how fucking happy we were. And I try so hard to find a picture where my smile is slightly less or your eyes are dim to show me where things started to go downhill but I can’t. It’s like we woke up in rock bottom. What the fuck happened?
I haven’t seen or heard from you in months but I know you’re okay.
You’ve always been the strongest of the two of us. I just wish I could say I’m okay without you too.
I feel sick and upset when I remember those days when we took our little firsts. And now, we just go on, on our own.
Since you left
My chest started to rott because
The kisses you placed on my collar bones
And neck and shoulders
Turned into ghosts
Along with you
And started to burn my flesh
And eat me alive
From the inside out
From my darkened heart
To my moon pale skin
And the touch of your lips on it
Was now more like a terrible gangrene
Consuming my body
And murdering my dying soul
And I thought I would be dead by now
Because my body was so small
It would have finished it by now
But my misfortune did not allow me
The relief of death
So I am still being tortured
By this bad disease you caused
When I shared my body and my heart