You’re the sunlight that will never touch my skin again, the warmth my bones will forever miss.
You’re the void in my heart, the scratches on my neck.
You’re the one I want to call when I hear something you’ll love, and you’re the one I want to go to when the world gets to hard.
You’re the breath that leaves my lungs and the gravel beneath my feet.
You’re the smell after it rains and the wind before a storm.
You’re the words I speak but never mean, the harsh words that make me burst at my seams.
You’re the gravaty keeping me pinned down to earth and every single reason why.
You’re the unanswered call, the flat tire of my car.
You’re the final bell, the rush of legs.
You’re the wreckage that’s unmistakably mine.