my skin can barely hold my thoughts.
they itch just below, screaming to breathe life.
my memories steam and whistle behind my eyes,
and your words slur a hollow echo yet they are barely audible.
I'm older now, no longer a child.
but your abandonment hurts worse.
worse than he who came before,
because you were my shiny hero.
I'm missing part of my heart
the part you took with you
and I don't think I will ever
recover from this.
Oh I will go on.
but I will never ever recover from you.
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