Your voice
Makes my heart palpitate.
Too bad
Your neglect
Makes it abate
Within seconds.

Heart empty.
Drained out.
Heavy feeling.
“Weep for me”
She says to
The murky sky.
Rain drops
Trickled from
The overseeing eye.
“Perfect”
She whispers
Head tilted towards the ceiling.
Couldn’t tell if
She cried or
It was just the rain.

Feast your eyes upon
The rag doll that you
Cleverly sew apart
In order to put her
Back together.

Nothing. That’s what she
Is. You emptied her out
Like a hole puncher
Persistently chewing
His way through,
Spreading his disease
Throughout the
Paper—a paper which
Blissful words could roam.
You wrung her out
Dry. The elixir she once
Ran on has evaporated.

You’re right. I don’t
Know who I am. But,
I do know who I
Am not—I am not
The girl
You once knew.
She was deleted
Once you left.

I remember I used to cherish
Dreaming of you. Sweet, scarce
Pictures that intoxicated my brain
At night.

Now I drench myself in caffeine
Because your presence is
A nightmare.

I felt alone
but I wasn’t.
I was silently
lying next to you
but
I felt empty;
like a coffee cup
emptied of its elixir.

I thought this moment
was the perfect time
to venture out
into the dustiest
corners of my
mind.

Everyone has his or her sport.
I run. I run like there’s
No tomorrow. You can call me
A cross-country runner.
Literally.
I’m quite gifted
At running—from East coast
To West—away from my
Problems.

My heart’s instinct was
To call you because my
World was in shards, laying
At my feet.

I’m glad—for once—I
Listened to my brain.