I'm dry right now, no tears are left but you still make me fall and you still tighten up my chest. It feels un-natural; how I've fallen but feel nothing yet. My bones ache for your embrace, but you're a broken skeleton, you cannot hold me, you cannot hold a commitment or even a conversation. I can't remember the last time I heard you speak. The last time might've been the first time, I don't know what there is to miss. I'll turn a blind eye when gasoline tempts me, my carelessness will be my bliss. You're wrapped in indifference and you will not unfold for me because you couldn't care less, indifferent to a lifetime of armless hugs; the walls of your skull have never memorized my first heartbeat because no one ever taught you how to try, and I don't want your presence to be my neighbour, because your love feels like forced labour.
A/N: Thankyou so much for reading! What are your thoughts on this one?