it was all so much better when you were here
putting my thoughts through my pen is nearing impossibility
its like my emotions are clustered at the front of my brain squeezing their way out, making themselves known.
thats all fine, but i have a ******* headache.
you made flowers grow in the darkest corners of my insides
but you didn’t tend to the seeds you planted
they grew out of control
now i can’t ******* breath
you left me, careless and cold.
maybe we never were anything
maybe we never could’ve been.
but when you touched me i could swear you were turning back on the light switches which had grown dusty and forgotten.
now all I’m left with is smashed light bulbs and and untended garden.
you just got it.
at least i thought you did.
i was blind sided
too distracted by how happy you made me to notice how untouched i left you.
i put my ***** hands on every inch of your body, but you came out clean
I’m still the one stuck with ****** knuckles and white linen to sleep in.  
you may hate yourself
but i think i feel it harder
every word you say hits me like a sharpened rock
right now I’m caught in the landslide.
“you don’t know me”
and you're right.
i dont.
and you made **** sure.

mk