It's 3:01 and
I don't know what I'm doing
What am I doing
You seem to have
disappeared
off the face of the planet
and there's indents
on my mattress
from your body
and my sheets still smell of your sweat
and it makes me burn
with matches
everything
that could have connected me to you
because you're gone now
you keep GOING
and I keep staying here
I should move with you
save us the heartache, dear
and I smash the radio
because it makes me cry
playing songs that remind me
of mattresses
my sheets are blue
and faded
and you smell of goodness and light
and dear god
you're just an image
on a screen
tearing
my
heart
out.