Decay

If our bodies didn’t force us to cry, we’d keep everything inside. Every happy day I remember makes me sadder. Our chat history gathering digital dust.

I spend days in the space behind my eyelids, cycling through reasons to dislike myself. Neural pathways of everything I've done wrong all screaming at once.

Everywhere I go, there I am, Yet I never find you anywhere. My eyes are dry of tears and yet, I can taste blood in my mouth.

Laying on the train tracks, the city lights a distant blur. My breath curls into the night. No one knows I’m here.

Our love guided the way we hurt each other, now it controls how I hurt myself. The thoughts of you collide and annihilate, decaying into nothing.