This thumping in my veins is a constant reminder that I'm alive
and, I wonder,
When did that fact start making me sad?
I've stopped wondering when my smiles are and aren't genuine
because I know a broken soul isn't worth grinning about.

I thought I'd be happy, or even sad, about his slow departure from me,
but I still don't feel a thing,
and my impenetrable armor has never made me laugh so much.
It wasn't unexpected.

You're not even leaving
and we're still not daring to breathe,
because it's impossible to look one another in the eyes
when we're too busy staring at the cracked ground.

I've pushed everyone away and it's just a matter of time before the atmosphere breaks and gravity gives up and they're all gone for good.