I can't believe all those times I let myself love
Open heart
Deserted parts
Broken pieces
Left to dry out
Like roses
For novelty?
For beauty?
For suchs stupid reasons
I can't begin to express how utterly egotistical it all is
Just because you're gone
Does not mean you are dead to me
You are alive and well
You are in my caged heart
You are the matter in my skull
You are the dirt under my nails
As I imagine
The world to be your grave