It's getting pretty dark in here.

I have no words for this void, no
Name for this emptiness,
Other than
That.

I have narrowing vision and a
Spinning head. Tears in my
Eyes, and am feeling sick.

I have not a grain of familiarity within my
Reach; I could be anyone
Anywhere.

How the Hell can a heart
Take as many beatings as
This old thing, and still

Keep beating back?
It's been broken,
Bruised and cut.

A worthy opponent
To the World.

i bet even after all this time
that if my chest were to
ache with emptiness enough
like it used to i could go to your house
and find the outline of our bodies
on your dark blue bed sheets
i have spent the last year
both trying to run from you
and find you at the same time
but i left everything i knew
about falling in love
on that mattress and
it's still settling there
like dust and
all i can do is write about you
until it comes back to me,
or by some kind of miracle,
you decide to.

I rest solo
A bed for two
Feels like
Hotel

Where is home

Wherever I rest my
Head
Isn't

Now