Separation

I used to believe that losing you would kill me
Now I see that trying to keep you 

was the true death sentence

Secret messages disappearing like whispers
Empty words clattering against 

contradictory movements

Anger burns like a hot stove 

I can’t stop touching

A house full of ghosts

A heart full of holes

I used to believe it would kill me
But I didn’t think 

the knife would be in my back.