My eyes are sore and tired,
I’ve watched so much disintegrate in my hands
And now my hands are empty
I don’t trust them to hold on to anything of substance anymore
Like it's their fault, like I can blame it on them
Like I'm not a flight risk with an affinity for loss
I spend too much time
Trying to be more important than I am
And it’s wearing me thin
All the way down to skin and bones,
And if you took apart my skeleton
You’d find bitterness in all the cracks and spaces
And speaking of space
My chest is a black hole
Always consuming light
Never radiating it, it seems
I try not to wake up to emptiness
But please understand, it’s hard to avoid
When you’re the one who fills the space
And you’re not here