It's feeling like you've been punched in your chest. It's the memory of your face against his, of his hands around your waist, and dissolving into tears because it hurts to remember. Memory as pain. It's more than desiring comfort food... it's the loss of appetite. And it's constantly reminding yourself that there will be rainbows in your life again. Rainbows. Soon.
***
i spent so much energy
building a fortress around your name
that i forgot to protect my own.
raw skin exposed,
weathered and taut.
my heart, this organ,
is left collapsing under the weight
of my disappointment
in you.
***
little black book.
all of these names,
and inexplicably,
the only one that has mattered
is yours.
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