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eyes still closed,
I roll over,
reaching into the empty air,
it's cold.

how you always leave things,
how you left me.
cold, and empty.

like a mirror.
eyes open now
sheets drawn across the mattress
chaos, look at this chaos
it fits though.
what was once neat and made up,
left in a shamble
by you.

neat pressed creases
are now frayed and haphazardly thrown together

everything
you. devoured. everything.
& regurgitated it.

here I am.
me.
regurgitated.
unrecognizable.

everyone says this is wrong,
but not me.

what happened to you?
their eyes searching,
questioning.
the stinging.

where were you?
cold. empty.
and who the fuck are you to care,
now.
of all times.