I dropped your favourite mug today.
I have the steadiest of hands,
but I thought of her name
and all the times you sighed it
into my pillow.
And face-down in a pillow
flooded with tears
is not heartbroken.
Heartbroken is seven drinks laced with ***
and I can't breathe in
without seeing your face
and the room is spinning so much
and I forget which way is up,
and I dropped your favourite coffee mug
and I realized as it shattered into pieces,
I'm too tired to pick it up.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
I dropped your favourite mug today.
I have the steadiest of hands,
but I thought of her name
and all the times you sighed it
into my pillow.
And face-down in a pillow
flooded with tears
is not heartbroken.
Heartbroken is seven drinks laced with ***
and I can't breathe in
without seeing your face
and the room is spinning so much
and I forget which way is up,
and I dropped your favourite coffee mug
and I realized as it shattered into pieces,
I'm too tired to pick it up.
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