My head starts to pound
as I yelp through the persistent tears.
Hot and tired, my head between my knees
I force myself to carry my heavy body.
Picking up the black, silky tissues
I gravitate towards my channel.
As I sit and type
Inside I shatter to "with out without you".
My eyeballs burn underneath the heavy drapes
and I waver to keep awake.
Avoiding the sheets where you are not.
That post-it found
zapped my now plump veins.
Flooding the knotted disbelief,
as the vibrant memories bleed fresh.
Once a simple and delicious recipe,
now a paper cut straight to the heart.
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