Decay

If our bodies didn’t force us to cry,

we’d keep everything inside.

Every happy day I remember makes me sadder.

Our chat history gathering digital dust.

I spend days in the space behind my eyelids,

cycling through reasons to dislike myself.

Neural pathways of everything I've done wrong

all screaming at once.

Everywhere I go, there I am,

yet I never find you anywhere.

My eyes are dry of tears and yet,

I can taste blood in my mouth.

Laying on the train tracks,

the city lights a distant blur.

My breath curls into the night.

No one knows I’m here.

Our love guided the way we hurt each other,

now it controls how I hurt myself.

The thoughts of you collide and annihilate,

decaying into nothing.

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