reality has placed a noose around my neck and i am never winning this game
i can't run away because i'm pulled back
i can't stay here because this pressure is making it
harder and harder to breathe
and these bruises on my neck look a lot like the shadow of your hands
how on earth did i end up like this?
my lungs are dry and cracking because i've been screaming your name in my sleep for weeks
and the blood in my veins is contaminated without your lips pulling it to the surface of my skin anymore
i can't think about the night sky because i compared every aspect of your being to the universe
and now that you've left
my galaxies are empty shells of something that used to be
i don't feel like a work of art anymore
i don't feel like anything anymore
you don't watch me anymore
everyone else that lays their eyes on me makes my skin feel like it's burning
and i'm scratching at my charred flesh to find an explanation as to why you thought it was okay to leave me like this
i thought you were the light at the end of the tunnel
but i mistook you for the train's headlights

-m.v.