broken, mended, broken, mended, etc.

with my hand over my mouth, my eyes said it all. all of the words i could never say to you tore away at my spine and left me hunched over on the ground. i clutched my stomach, trying to fill the empty pit you left inside of me. my ribs collapsed…they must’ve grown tired of accommodating my rapid lungs. the ones once filled with your air, but now only occupied by gulps of your absence as you fill yours with clouds of delusion. every day is a battle between my mind and my heart for one knows who you are and the other fights for what you could be.

but my eyes don’t cry anymore.
you are here, and you are not.
you are standing next to me, but i don’t feel a presence.

the nostalgic piece of me will always long for you
but the better part of me will never allow you to kill me again.

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