vacant sounds

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An empty house
and all I hear
are empty sounds

I touch all the last moments
that you touched

and swallow
that it’s supposed to hurt this much

⸻

life goes on
and bills lead the way

tears fill my coffee
pour in disarray

they bleed clear fluid
into black disillusionment

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I return to work
swimming through
the thick of it

but you’re not here

and I’m stuck like glue
to the memories you leave

and the vacant sounds
of my hallways

where a little boy
used to laugh

now I walk them in half

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I am a ghost
translucent
and doing the most

cars drive by
people wave saying hi

and I
a shell of myself

wave a hand
that’s no longer felt

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oh hello dear friend
everything is just fine

you go to yours
and I’ll go to the lack of mine

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time reminds me
it’s just temporary

but my heart
could give a fuck

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seeking bullets
to plug the void

these just words
that fill me with joy

I guess you’d have
to get it

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apologies
for my melancholia

she’s so angry

is this dystopia

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I wash dishes
and imagine

my thickness
pouring down the drain

I float in water
it’s an honor
to feel weightless

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could have picked up the bottle
but I didn’t

instead I go full throttle

and I hope
the words you told me
they were honest

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I let you hold my hand
and sit in my divineness

the mountains watched
as I trusted things
I refuse to block

all fleeting thoughts

your plane took off

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Sara 🖤