And all your words were empty flattery, weren’t they?

where have you gone
oh god I used to see you daily
used to have you in my heart
in my head in my in my in my
you weren’t anything but a stranger
but you held me close and sheltered me
and you didn’t even know it
where have you gone
oh god I used to dream of your voice
and your wine
and your vibrancy
and then you were just


without so much as a goodbye.
It’s so fucking hard to be the center of the universe —
without a well of gravity to keep things in orbit,

then slingshot away.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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