I lost my mind trying to find yours
I traced the wisp of your voice in every âgoodnightâ, each syllable defines a bruise I couldnât 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.
Youâre 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 wonât leave. Itâs 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, Iâll dig my way up from this grave. With each skin torn by the gnawing of your embrace, Iâll follow you to the ends of the earth with your lies etched on my face.
