Poetry

Y.o.u

Fuck.

It's ironic how empty I am because

I swear 6 months ago

I had the universe inside of me but

I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest

Erupted when you told

Me you didn't love me

Anymore and

Lava flooded my body

And hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I

Buried them

All out with the

Cigarettes I was smoking

To get you the fuck

Out of my throat.

The flowers growing at the

Bottoms of my stomach

Are dead.

Apparently you can't water flowers

With vodka.

I had the sky in my veins

But it's been pretty

Fucking much stormy since

I ripped them open.

I had planets on the tip of my tongue

But the debris from the

Shattered remains of

"Us"

Have been crashing into them.

I was everything.

And then I met you

And we were everything.

Now you're probably fucking some

Blonde girl who gets high all the time

And I'm

A fucking

Mess

-unknown