I wonder if you have now realised
there is no love to be found inside me.
I wonder if you breathe effortlessly
without this fucking weight on your chest,
pressing your lungs together,
fighting to take every tiny piece of life left in you.
Are your thoughts written in uppercase letters?
I can’t fit mine onto the pages anymore.
I kept the prettiest pictures of us in a glass jar.
Now it’s just shards pressing through my skin,
but my failures are tattooed on the insides of my veins
and my heartbeats are just a miserable reminder."