you were never supposed to leave.
I stare and I wait.
I wait for something familiar. Something I can recognize. But it never comes.
Just a little longer.
“Please don’t go.”
But who am I kidding. You left a long, long time ago.
Those eyes are cold and vacant, disoriented from too many drugs.
Your skin is covered in the dna
of a thousand one night stands and names you can’t even recall.
There are so many things
I can’t stand about you,
Even more that are painfully bearable.
I’ve come to dread the morning,
For you remind me of dreams
Sometimes I wake up happy,
But mostly just empty.
And in the end, I can never hang onto them.
