the kind of girl you forget about in the morning but still take time to appreciate her outline in the bed after she’s gone. Calling in sick again but it feels more like giving up every time. He kissed your scars and along the way helped you to make new ones. You never got to thank him for that. But I could still feel your aching sorry miles away and the way the ground turned away from your feet when you grasped for words. Your bright eyes have burned out and the ashes have settled into the pit of your stomach.
Please leave your hope at the door on the way out, the world will take it from you anyway.