I sleep with the light on

I need to buy a fan 

I wish a bandaid would work for this hole in my hand 

The missing pieces that would intertwine mine; I’ve been wearing rings, so they’d feel less naked 

As if somehow rings would make me feel less empty inside 
If only you were an empath like me you’d understand 

What it’s like to be in love with someone who feels nothing, a tin man 

You’re just not lovable, depression ensues 
Leave me alone in this empty room 

My heart sinks at the thought of your clutch, and I go back to your words that left me cold to the touch

You hugged me as I stood there frozen 

Then you watched me walk away knowing I’d be driving while heartbroken 


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