There is this cliff in my heart,
And it collects the bones of those who have died.
It contains a large part,
Of you.

Your heart is still beating,
Your lungs still breathing.
Your hands still shaking,
Your legs still aching.

But you’re dead to me, my dear.
You’re dead and gone.
Bones littered on the floor,
The lips that I had drawn.

So your love and your pain,
Resides in this place.
Where hope doesn’t exist,
Just in case.

So your beauty and your sorrow,
Floats in this abyss.
Inescapable and broken,
As you reminisce.

Your soul and your bones,
Fall into the stars,
Zero gravity and sadness,
As foreign as mars.

You’ll be stuck here forever,
Mainlining through my blood,
Hopefully you will fade,
But nobody ever does.