How many ways
can you tell a person
how empty you are

How many times
do you repeat yourself
before everyone
gets tired of listening

It's not big things, just small
Tiny fragments of a memory nearly gone
A comic you introduced me to
The blue flowers on the side of the road when spring is nearly over
I know its stupid to still do this
I don't even think of you anymore
Day to day you never cross my mind
But these things that remind me of you

oh peter
i am not naive
i see the way you look at her
you don't that for me
oh it must be love
and we both know its not
with us

your ex likes your tweet and you can feel yourself spiralling into the ******* abyss, your body is turning to dust and all that will be left is the thought that when someone says "emily" you still see her face

One:  Bury yourself in distracting things
Two:  Don't let the feelings come back

I don't think I know what love feels like anymore
Since all I can gather of it
Is equivalent to amputating your leg
Without anesthetic

I can feel it consuming me from inside
It's tendrils wrapped around my crumbling heart
Ripping sobs from my throat
It has made me weak