You keep showing up
on my memories,
and it triggers me
so much.
I still remember everything
like it was yesterday,
and I miss it.
You were my good morning
and good night.
Now I bleed tears of red
instead.
The steel
kisses me
better than you ever did.
It covers me in warmth
that you took away
from me.
It sings a lullaby
that slowly
causes me to fall asleep.
This is my reality
without you.
Instead of spending my nights
in bed with you
I break
behind closed doors.
Instead of being filled with love
I am empty.
You did this to me,
and I hope you're happy
with what your actions
have caused me to feel--
or not feel at all.
All I have now
are the cuts on my legs
when I used to have it all.
Thank you
for nothing.
