When I Can't Do Anything Else

Didn't work out

I'm an upside down carcass of everything you loved— you admired, now you hate; you have aspired, now you look with disdain. All dead and rotten, twisted and hung in display for us to see.

I'm the cremated remains of the happiness we've partaken— floating around the blazing pages of our story together while the ashes remain unsteady in the air; when you breathe in, you might still smell the lingering feeling of the last few days of our mirthful togetherness. You might still inhale the ashes of my heart and your soul drifting like dust in the cold.

I'm the song that played in the funeral when our hands lost the spark whenever they locked. I'm the flowers thrown down the grave when the coffin gets lowered six feet under— contrasted with the reds and the purples our love has strewn around my neck, or the blacks and the blues our hearts have pounded against your skin.

I'm the gravestone, and you're the goodbye
I'm the day that passes by

//k.u.

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Notes: Kinda all over the place, but I guess it'll do (: