I peel myself inside out,
The memories echo, Hope is a strange animal and goodbye is a grief language .
I haven’t written in 10 days,
an ache waiting to eat me alive from the paper.
after a breakup i know would take me 5 years in therapy to move on from,
I pretend life goes on.
the music plays in slow Melodies and I do not mourn because I accept our fate.
so call God
make Her remake you with a tiny drop of fuck to give,
make her send you empathy and warmth
I’m freezing, come back to me!