I know that I love you very very much
But sadly I am only a grain of sand
And you deserve the ocean floor
And if I’m being honest
I don’t know what I’m upset about
But I do know that whenever I think about your eyes
I want to claw my own out.
And I know that I would enjoy waking up to your face for once,
Instead of cold, empty sheets.

And I hope that when you go to sleep in your own sheets
They are wrinkled from where I used to lay
And I hope all your T-shirts smell like me
And I hope your shower drain is full of my hair
And I hope that when you use your soap,
You think about how it touched my bare skin.

I know you filled up that same skin and these same bones
And lungs
And now I can’t tell if I’m breathing you in
Or breathing you out.