as i lay awake with my eyes open, i realize that i don’t love him. at most, i love how he makes me feel. he’s just another person to me, unimportant. he’s just another face, insignificant. he’s just another lie, eating away at my unhealthy conscience.

my room is a museum of the last night you were here
it never was really much
keep staring at your shirt on the floor
i cant bring myself to pick it up
its an understatement to say the last couple days
have been rough

but imma just let it go
why blow up your phone
you wanna be alone
you said so

you texted me to ask when it'd be okay
to come and get your stuff
whenever is best for you
but be careful of what you touch
broken hearts have sharp edges
and it'd be a shame if you were cut

bleeding on the ground
stains we couldn't wash out
willingly i would drown
but that doesnt matter now