are you asleep? do you feel my absence
like a supermassive black hole in the bed
where i used to be?
the thing about this heartache is that i would rip my beating heart right out of my chest and throw it into the ocean like a live grenade just to get you out of me.
every cigarette i ever smoked has shortened my lifespan
anywhere between seven and eleven minutes but every pack
i’ve smoked since you’ve been gone won’t be enough to bypass
all of this blackness that you left coating my guts like rot.