I'm trying to cope with what I know will be the biggest loss of my life
By telling myself that I can love somebody else.
But, that's a lie- I can't.
You can say I can all you want, but I already tried.
I'm trying to shirk off how you'll be able to move on by telling myself
"I'm beautiful too"
But that's a front, a joke- you've got everyone in your palm, me included.
I'm just here trying not to fall apart- but your hands are sliding between my atoms
Letting all the things inside of me seep out like water in a burlap sack.
I am just a burlap sack.
Containing memories too big to sift through the seams and mindless sensations stained into the fabric.
Tear me up and burn me for kindling,
But don't use me to carry your memories,
Not while you gather others.
While you smother mine.
Burn me for kindling, please,
Please let me die.
