The celebration has ended
And now no one will compare
I’ll be searching for you in everyone
But you won’t be there
No, you won’t be there
At night heartbreak morphs into visualized terrors, amplification of the pain felt being cast away: a purple- red crater throbbing in my chest as I heave the breath of your name from my lips.
Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.
I’ve had an eye infection this week and I really miss wearing makeup. It’s strange but I enjoy the art of molding the presentation of myself.