****. It’s ironic how empty I am because

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the **** out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with *****.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty ******* stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re ******* some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a *******

mess.