the emptiness left behind after you weaved your fingers between my ribs and slipped your hands around my heart, only to leave a gaping hole when you were wrenched away from me.
every day I wake and look at myself with utter disgust every inch of my skin, every pore and strand of hair is dripping with the grease and slime you left behind, coating my ears and my eyes and my mouth and my heart altering my perception of reality.
you. you built me up with your sweet, slick words and melting eyes and rough fingers at my waist
the taste of bitter coffee and cigarettes ringing in my ears
your presence, so near and secret, created a world outside the struggle and need for validation I fought through
a world built up on glass spires of innocence and desire and longing and secrecy and need.