How do you **** a life?
But you do it so well
what expertise in
elegies
the choices
tone, words
you mourn too
sweet little nothings
pitiful stare
buttery
and nice
share a piece of cake
so sugary
and cherry on top
all the facts,
I deleted from my mind
restored back
It is the rush of feelings
too many at the same time
You have squeezed my
Soul out
I am empty
Inside out,
executed in precision
I can never mend
my pieces back.
I am short of breath,
You did it so well,
or am I short of me?
