I picked myself up from the dirt, for what
My knuckles are torn, and my hands are calloused
Everything seems to hurt.
Why are you running away
from the house that you built
with me
I feel the cold rush through my hollow bones
every time I stare at your side of the bed
And I keep finding pieces of you left behind like
the strands of hair that you shed
And all that I am left with
is a framework constructed upon
words I wish that I had coughed up
And I was always told to stand for what I believed in
but how could I speak
when you sewed my mouth shut
I thought I was your home
I feel the cold rush through my hollow bones
every time I stare at your side of the bed
And I keep finding pieces of you left behind like
the strands of hair you shed
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