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.)

2

broken glass under my nails
from when I clung to you
(you pushed me)
always looking for better,
you found better,
never got better

my skin cracks and you
you count backwards in your sleep,
a deadline
(you made me)