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i - m i s s - y o u

"i miss you"

are the dead words

that have made a home

on my lips,

a hollow house

built from

nails of numbing regret

and wooden planks of kisses dreamt

after "i miss you" decided

they were never leaving

my sharp, smashed splinters of what's left

of my thoughts and tears,

they announced they were

silently staying for the grieving

of our beginning so new and fragile—

not a new life, per say, 

not a wailing baby's cry

rocking the world and the sky,

but a silent, stretching beginning

of two young lives intertwined,

that have somehow died

when it came high tide,

and the words 

"i miss you"

along with them

can those three words

reeking of a painful hollow

fill a hollow friendship,

or will the carcass of what we had

only become

a russian doll

of empty empty empty—

but i'll write it here,

smashing that painted russian doll

and the dense wood layers of

"i love you"

"i miss you"

"i want you"

into the ground

and i'll spit it out—

"goodbye"

and i finally feel

the hollow home

of "i miss you"

leave my lips

with a faint kiss

and a tomorrow's wish

that hearts can heal

into something stronger

but softer

than steel

love,

mari