I screamed for you until my vocal chords broke like the strings of an underused guitar.
Your name climbing out of my mouth scratched the walls of my throat and took my voice away.
And I held on to sanity for as long as I could, but it's hard to grasp something that's just small enough to slip between the cracks of your fingers.
And now I know that no matter how thoughtfully you hang your mind on the coat rack before you go to sleep, when you wake up in the morning, sometimes you still can't find it.
I clawed at the dirt trying to find the pieces of me that your buried, and punched the trees to make sure they weren't hollow, but all I found when I looked at my hands was ***** fingernails and ****** knuckles.
And I never understood chemistry, but I know that you and I weren't supposed to erupt like this.
You broke me into a million pieces,
And had the audacity to look me in the eyes and tell me to clean up the mess.
And good god, what a mess it was.