sometimes you miss somebody so much that the emptiness becomes a part of you. like a heart, raped and stabbed. the stomach, sinking into a black hole of oblivion. feet, rooted into place. frozen lips, choked by the sound of a smile in your throat. eyes, telling you stories that you will never read.

sometimes i wonder if there's a place where broken dreams go to. it breaks you, changes you in a way but nothing really changes because it wasn't really there in the first place. how do you get upset about something that is not even real?

yet, you so want to believe that you have already let go, and you're no longer holding on.

to fragments of the past, which are really, nothing but a figment of your imagination.