I know I asked

for you to be gone

But the hole I left

from ripping you out

Is gaping so

So open, spilling

I can feel nothing there

I can feel it

I can feel the nothing

A knife to the chest

Probably hurts less

Than sucking all the oxygen

From the room

A slow wither

From something you cannot see

Nor feel

Any longer

Until your lungs crush themselves

I wish you had given me a knife for my chest

So I could cut out my own heart

Instead of ripping out yours