**** It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the **** out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with *****
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty ******* stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re ******* some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a *******
mess.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
**** It’s ironic how empty I am because
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the **** out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my
stomach are dead. Apparently you
can’t water flowers with *****
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty ******* stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re ******* some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a *******
mess.
An existential crisis after a broken heart.
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