i kiss him like i can still taste the love on his lips
i hold him like he still wants to hold me too
i’ve been convincing myself that his love never left,
but that Friday afternoon he walked out the door,
he took all of his love with him
he tore it from me like it was the ground my feet stood on
and i fell
i’m still falling
i fell for him that first night of summer when i felt alive for the first time in months, when i first felt something
he brought me back to life with his warmth,
but now i’m dying again
i am so empty
i feel like an abandoned church, his love being the light that once illuminated my stained glass walls
the sun doesn’t shine here anymore and now i’m dull,
useless
these walls are breaking just like i am but no one is here to see
no one is here to see how i’m slowly deteriorating,
how i’m still desperately clutching to the pieces he left behind that are still big enough to hold
there’s no happiness here anymore
all that’s here is forgotten faith and broken promises of redemption
i pretend like it feels the same with him back again but nothing does everything is so wrong