And then he left
It shot me point-blank.
His words on My screen.


The gnarles in the pit of my stomach
Twisting, turning, a bright burning
My lungs were a popped party balloon
Only good for a short while
Used for the looks, in a crooked nook
To dress up the ugly
My Fingers numb
Cold and bitter
Slicing the texts with razor sharp pain

"Ok"
I said
"Goodbye"

The memories were vivid
Clawing and clinging
You did it so well

And in the deep dark place
That i call Alyx

I took those last seconds in
Breath in, breath out

I poured my lungs out
I Screamed into that pillow
Held myself in my blanket
Still wearing your adiadas tee

You did it so well

Mascara running
Trying to get away from me
Like you did

I sat in the quiet place
Of my frayed brains
Scrubbed raw

I am a nuclear blast
Of what i should be
And what i really am

Am i a what?

I can't say i miss you
Or that i need you
Or that i want you
Or that you are my other half

But what i can say is

When you left me
When you shot me point-blank

When you left my head pounding
And spinning like a top
When you left me with a stomach of acid
When you left me with numb, gnarled fingers


You also left yourself

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