There are many words to describe how I feel,
Cold
Lonely
Sad
Melancholic
Empty
and the list goes on.
But I think the best word is hollow.
The simple, naive happiness I had,
Was ripped away from my core.
Leaving nothing but a dark, cold, empty crater,
where my joy used to bloom.
I tried to fill it with other things,
things my skin desires.
alcohol dries up,
games break down,
smoke airs out,
kisses leave marks I just wash off.
I used to think that I felt empty,
You told me I'm just cracked.
So you filled it with love,
but broke it with your goodbye.
I'm left with nothing at all,
I think maybe I was better before.
Maybe I wasn't even empty or lacking,
but maybe you just needed to fill your cracks.
