Sometimes I think I can feel pieces of my heart disappearing one by one, starting from the center and working outward, like dropping a match in the middle of an old piece of paper
It hurts and I try to check the expiration date on my label, but nature isnβt that kind
I think I get this feeling because of you or, to be more accurate, because of the lack of you
The first time I felt my heart disappearing, I found the expiration date on your label on the top shelf of my mothers closet it was all she had left of you
and it was all I had of you
there is no truth when it comes to things that didnβt happen, but of course Iβll always believe that I took your spot like musical chairs, there was never any room for the both of us