I went to your house
Cuz that’s where you said you’d meet me.
Now I am waiting at your house
In the dark.
Alone.
But you aren’t here
And my thoughts are bleeding.
I’ve waited here for hours.
And days.
And weeks.
How many times I’ve tried to call your phone.
1, 2, 3, 4.
But you aren’t here.
And my mind is bleeding.
You put the razor closer to the skin
Your darkest words.
Come back to me again
I know you think there’s nothing more than this.
I used to want you back
To feed the emptiness.
But you were never here
And my mind is bleeding.
You put the razor closer to the skin
Your darkest words come back to me again.
(originally published 2011 on Tumblr)
