zero

I wrote about bleeding colours,
cutting out my heart
and still felt nothing.

I wrote about forgetting,
forgotten.
Disappearing.

I wrote about home,
the idea, the place,
Losing you

I wrote about the train,
my heaven,
a journey to nowhere.

I wrote about you,
you, you,
you,
you.

I wrote about the end,
I thought the world was ending,
but I was.

(goodbye.)

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