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You left me like Chernobyl In a split second you decided you were going to combust and leave me alone with your toxic nuclear waste You left silent playgrounds inside my ribcage, abandoned because no one wants to come back for fear of catching the radiation you left behind If you listen quietly enough you can hear what we used to sound like But how can you do that with all the mess With all the books lying on the ground and every picture we've ever taken and every word that you've ever said If you take a closer look there's a lot of pages with "I'm sorry for the mess" written in them But sorry isn't what you say when someone has lost everything The street signs are so damaged that I can't even find my way home anymore Or maybe it's just because you left and I have a home anymore They say this city is haunted but I know for certain that's not true because once you left you never came back It's been 29 years and I'm still here buried under the rubble of this disaster caused by your radioactive fingertips How long am I supposed to wait to become habitable again? Every night I've wished this explosion was an earthquake so that I could have something to blame but the one thing I learned from you leaving is that there's no such thing as aftershocks in heartbreak
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
How Many Half Lives Until The Memory Of You Decays
You left me like Chernobyl In a split second you decided you were going to combust and leave me alone with your toxic nuclear waste You left silent playgrounds inside my ribcage, abandoned because no one wants to come back for fear of catching the radiation you left behind If you listen quietly enough you can hear what we used to sound like But how can you do that with all the mess With all the books lying on the ground and every picture we've ever taken and every word that you've ever said If you take a closer look there's a lot of pages with "I'm sorry for the mess" written in them But sorry isn't what you say when someone has lost everything The street signs are so damaged that I can't even find my way home anymore Or maybe it's just because you left and I have a home anymore They say this city is haunted but I know for certain that's not true because once you left you never came back It's been 29 years and I'm still here buried under the rubble of this disaster caused by your radioactive fingertips How long am I supposed to wait to become habitable again? Every night I've wished this explosion was an earthquake so that I could have something to blame but the one thing I learned from you leaving is that there's no such thing as aftershocks in heartbreak
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
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