I am choking on silence as we sit. We used to be so close and now we’re miles apart but in the same room? You say “ I’ve missed you” and I copy. We are falsely brought together by materialistic objects and drawn apart when there is nothing to give. Yet we claw for each other, yearning for the past love that we once had and now is gone, somewhere else, occupying someone else.
your tears are like ice burning into flesh each tiny droplet is a memory a memory that you've stashed deep in your soul and every single time these tears spill it leaves a rough imprint on you like those scars tracing your arms into your veins to your heart pumping screams and shouts to your soul