I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m starting to forget.
Your face,
Your voice,
Your touch.
I don’t like it.
How the
fuck am
I going
to get
through
today
when I
can’t even
open my
eyes?Why the
fuck am
I even
bothering
today
when
my life
is just
a myriad
of lies?
I got lost
in his eyes
when he spoke to me
and, for a moment,
I wondered what
it would be like
to hold his hand.I’m sorry.