rot
I no longer know where to find me
I wish you didn't leave me here to rot
No matter how much rubble I force myself to pull up
It has sunken too deep, shattered too fine
The shards you once called my heart
Put me up in a museum, call it fine art
Modern day galleries, full of nonsensical ideologies
Kind of ironic your favorite field was anthropologies
All you had to say was you couldn't help me
There's so much fine detail within you I'd love to abirritate
Today is a day of loss, every moment a minute to commemorate
I take the people closest to me to those spots we only knew
The memories I create with them will never surpass the ones with you
But day by day it's like my mind flips in estrange
Moments I shared with you are plastered with their interchange
Sertraline, Fluoxetine, Fluvoxamine
Shame it never compared to your dopamine
Never had to worry about your bioavailability
The only cause for concern was how much I craved it from you
I wish you never left me here to rot
Please, I'm begging come to my door and don't stop braying
Awaken me from my nightmares, you don't realize how quick I'm decaying
Copyright © Shay Old | Year Posted 2024
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