The world has never been emptier
Than it is right now
Because you’re not in it

I wanted to give you back
All the things you left in my house
After you left me

But the memories
Are persistent
And ever-existing in every crevice
Of the old home

They will not fit inside the box
And rather choose to crawl into my dreams
And remind me of what I’ve lost

I often feel
Like an apple
Red, and shiny
Perfect

Until you came along
And took a bite out of me
But decided I was too sour
And left me to rot

But I will never be whole again

I could write something beautiful
And poetic
About his lack of love for me
But the emptiness
Consumes all my senses
And I fear all the words that come to mind when I think of him are

‘How could you?’

It I shot myself in the head
Would blood and brains come pouring out
Or would flowers start to grow instead?
Are my thoughts too impure
Since I have nothing left to live for
Will the weeds of evil thoughts begin to root me to the floor?
I think there’s a little love here
If you give it room
Let’s find some air to breathe
And some flowers to bloom.

Do you realize the extent of your white privilege?
When watching our friends of color get murdered doesn’t make you livid?
If this were for them, there’d be bodies lining the streets
Meanwhile our president laughs and spreads lies with his tweets

Being alive sure was a hell of a lot easier when I didn’t wanna be