I lost my mind trying to find yours
I traced the wisp of your voice in every ‘goodnight’, each syllable defines a bruise I couldn’t heal. As each star we swore by died with the rising of the morning light, now lays as a sky of open wounds no prayer can seal.
You’re the song my pulse still hums, off-key, a tune resonating in the distance, a cacophony my mind seems to chase. I scrub my skin raw, red as it becomes a flaw, but your touch won’t leave. It’s a ghost in my mirror, a stain that refuses to fade.
The night asks why I stare with blurred anger, with unsaid words I refuse to speak. Only I spit out bloodied teeth, with your name lodged in each. Hazy, undefined, and underneath. Have I become a fill-in to your coffin?
Though you must know, I’ll dig my way up from this grave. With each skin torn by the gnawing of your embrace, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth with your lies etched on my face.
