i have paced around this empty parking lot
one hundred and something times, tonight
just trying to clear my head
of all the expired thoughts that make it sick
but every step i take wears my feet down
until the dusty skin has flaked from them,
and left me with ****** stumps

the letters floating across the breeze
are attempting to form your words,
but i can't hear you
your lips are moving too fast
and the sound is eaten
by the surrounding bits
of outer space
that keep our flesh
covered in goosebumps

and every step i've taken
has put me further away from you
but i would keep walking
a thousand and something miles
without any feet, and continue to bleed
until the rest of me was ground down
into the empty parking lot
i've been pacing
this entire time

and maybe one night
you will pace in my tracks
until you're ground down into nothing
just like me