empty

pre-text: another product of my 'dry' season...

muse: jnp and other passerbys in my life



the hole has been growing bigger
with each single day
with each single blow from you
and you
and you

my tears no longer have meaning
my eyes beg not to cry anymore
my heart is tired
of beating
of aching
of hurting
of breaking

i try not to think of you of us
i try not to listen to songs that were ours
i try not to miss you
and that just makes it all gush
out of the hole
into open space of nothing

and like the nothingness that all my feelings and thoughts have become
i have become empty and null within