it hurts so much.
everything in my room reminds me of you.
i can't sleep in our bed,
your silhouette lays claim to half of it
i can't step in our shower,
impressions of wet makeout sessions adore the walls
i can't eat on our table,
because the time you swore you loved me, the morning you sat across from me plays like a broken cassette
i can't lay on the couch,
i see your eyes burning into me, laughing at my horse impression
i can't.
i just, can't.
i can't do anything, when all i do, all i own, is a memory of you.
who am i to be, now that we are just fragments?