Today is melting like a cube of sugar
on my tongue. Seeping slowly…coating the inside of my mouth with a numbing sort of sweet addiction.
I held onto the defeat bottled up inside me when you rage at me so righteously and slumping onto the floor now I find I have no tears to cry, because I am empty
There is no love in my heart, no desire, no hope. I am not eaten with want, or wrinkled with anger. There are not stars in my eyes or electric sparks under my fingernails. I don’t itch under my skin or hold together the perforated pieces of my bent heart.
If I am empty, I cannot overflow. And when I am empty I cannot let your anger seep it’s red stain onto me. You have cured me of my self sabotage, because if I am only ashes on the wind there is nothing left for me to hate. Nothing left for me to love. And ergo my weightless self feels nothing but air and space. And I am free again to be nothing and everything at once.