The empty pit
Where skeleton of betrayed expectation lie,
turning to ash.
The empty cupboard
haunted by ghosts of abandonment
of things that were taken
by those who left their love behind.
The place where everything could be
but nothing is.
I am that place.
A place filled with a ‘lack’.
So I guessed it would be easier
to fill those spaces with you.
With your glances and your words.
By devouring the air you breathed.
Hoping it will slip into this nothingness
and make it something.
That your tears will seep into my skin
to fill the space that was left behind
when everyone has had a piece of me.
But the lapping waves of your being
soon turned to an endless ocean.
From where I couldn’t find my way back.
The beautiful shimmering ocean
where I drown, where I couldn’t breathe.
The place where there exists nothing but you
not even me.