I liked you,

You know why?

Because your face looked like a mangled corpse

Church bells ringing for a funeral

Well.

I guess I no longer want to look death in the face 

every time

you come back home to me

sunken eyes, flat, evaporated love,

cheeks as sharp as cliffs

skin pallid, ashen, like snow

your hands, cold, cold, cold

(are you even alive?)

So, expect a goodbye note and a bouquet of flowers

And for our home to be just yours

And please.

Let the flowers live like they're supposed to 

Let them remind you of what it means to see

let them remind you

of what you never used 

to be