Sometimes I
wake up and almost believe that you are still here next to me. I
think it's because I dream of you at
night.
Every morning
since you left, I've grasped the empty sheets, looking for
someone to hold onto...Needing someone to hold
onto.
You were my
light. You were my f.ucking
light, and now you're gone and I'm drowning in empty
darkness and empty sheets and empty bottles of liquor. My chest
feels empty too, ever since you left. It's like my
tear-stained heart dragged itself right out of me, leaving me
even emptier than I was before. I don't blame it - if I could
drag my tear-stained soul out of my tear-stained body, I
would.
Maybe then I'd be able to breath and my mind would be
clearer.
And maybe then I wouldn't feel so f.ucking empty.
a.m.f
