When you left, you didn't just leave a gaping hole in my chest,
you took my whole entirety with you.
I didn't even know who I was anymore.
When I look in the mirror the day after,
I see a hollowed shell shaped like me.
Even my tears are all dried up.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream,
but I didn't have the strength.
I didn't have the strength to be me,
to stay alive,
to even breathe.
And i've learned that ****** without intent is just called 'homicide'.

I watch you from afar as you spark a flame and light your cigarette 
and I wonder if tasting your lips would be the same as smoking
I wanted to run my hands into your untidy hair and caress your cheek 
And kiss your tired eyes until you fall asleep
I wonder if your skin is as warm as I imagine it would be pressed against mine
And trace the veins than are embossed on your hands
And if you have loved me as much as I had loved you, i'd make you feel like art in everything you do
And leave you feeling like a masterpiece every time you go to sleep.

And if you're still awake at 3am, not sure of who you are anymore,
Darling, I will read every poem that I had written since the day that I met you
To remind you that my chest will always be your home,
My thoughts; your bed
And my heart is a graveyard to all your ghosts
If you get lost,
Run, run as far as you can
Until you find yourself
And remember that my arms are always open for your return.