my head hurts whenever i blink. images of you flash
before my eyes. and i'm afraid that when i sleep, i will dream
of us. and when i wake, tears will be in my eyes as i remember it
was fake.
you have taken up every last space in my heart and now
that we're done you're still here in every corner and
it's creepy and i don't want to be creepy but i don't
want to be empty either.