undeadpansy

eyes still closed i roll over. reaching into the empty air; it's cold and empty, how you always leave things. how you left me. cold and empty. like a mirror, eyes now open, sheets drawn across the mattress. chaos, look. at. this. chaos. it fits though. what was once neat and made up, left in shambles. the neat, pressed creases, now, frayed and haphazardly stitched back together. everything. you devoured everything. & then you regurgitated it. the neat creases are replaced now. and it looks wrong to everyone, but me. but what happened to you? eyes searching questions stinging where were you and who the fuck are you to