there are remnants of you in me: my skin, my lips, my words. you've shaped a part of my soul that i can't rewind, not even through my opalescent tears or burning anger honed by our discarded memories.
i feel empty. really. it's odd. we used to be so close— like blood sisters, bound by the terrors we've faced together. bound by endless days of silent comfort that filled our hollow hearts, we were give and take. trading time for a friendship that occupied our thoughts and distracted us from our lives, until my life began to become you, and your life began to become her.
then you left.
and my despair began to carve away at my heart, my ribs, eat away at my soul. there is nothing sadder than a lonely person experiencing abandonment for the second time— especially after having had a tempting first lick of company.
so here i am.
an empty husk, where memories and laughter once was.