It’s hard missing someone
when you see them everyday
i see him on the backs of my eyelids
and in an attempt to make the pain go away
i stopped sleeping
i stopped trying to rest my eyes because all i could see is him
wearing a distant smile shared between strangers
that’s what we’ve become now
strangers
when we use to be inseparable
he kissed me like the butt of his cigarettes
desperate for his fix of nicotine and dopamine
now my name gets caught in his throat
my skin is still under his fingernails
and i’m just a piece of thread on his pinky
a constant reminder of what happened
but easily removed
when i’m around him i feel like my lips are still caught between his teeth
the room is bone shattering cold
and i’m as pale as the paper i drew his face on
the old recliner in my garage has become a jail cell
stuffed with convect memories threatening to burst the seams at any moment
even when we are alone i can’t hear him over the deafening silence
he tries to drown out the noise with music but the only beat i hear is of my own heart
which has made it’s way into my throat, suffocating me with my own veins
veins that have turned on me because I injected you in carefully
and felt higher than any drug could take me
but you clawed your way out and left me to paint my sorrows with my own blood
but we still act like nothing happened
we wear masks like we’re greek actors and i can see the tomatoes flying my way
because i haven’t learned how to put on this act
to act like i’m ok
and that i don’t see his fingerprints tattooed on my skin like land mines
my brain is the biggest bomb i own
and it ticks every day, unknown when it’ll explode because when he left he took the clock
time heals all wounds,
but the hands of time can’t reach you when they’re hanging on someone else’s wall
About the Creator
Jewell Alexandra
I've given up keeping anything a secret for other's sakes, for they do not care on my behalf either.
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