I made you my religion
The definition of me
I saw you in my reflection
but you ran off with him.
those days I’d sit in front of
your picture
and pray for your arms around
me.
I’d wrap myself around a cup of coffee
my imagination of your being.

My heart
drums in my chest
so hard it
                 aches
The feeling you get
on the first real day of autumn,
the air crisp,
leaves falling at the edges,
wind smelling vaguely of smoke.
the end and the beginning
of something
All At Once.

There is a room in my brain
with boxes like Russian dolls
each a memory of your lies
your flaws
your name is hidden
in the smallest boxes of them all.

I keep you in there,
to keep me sane out here
but it’s memories of me cannot lock up
the betrayal of a mind which lingers on
my
head
on
your
shoulder
My
fingers
intertwined
around
yours
Our laughter. Our love.
It still bothers me
How I got over the idea of you
But not the idea of us

I learnt
Every cell in your body
Is replaced
After
S E V E N years

It relieved me
it satisfied me
to know
In S E V E N years
My body
will be
Washed
from your
T O U C H.

Death
sounds pleasing and
yet
terrifying.
I wouldn't want to die
not just yet
yet
DEATH
sounds so
devine.

Imagine
sleeping forever underneath
lush beds,
silence
over sound
Imagine
mermaids all around

If you could
be anything or
anyone
in the world-
Why wouldn't you be
you?