It's horrible, this sadness.

It’s horrible, this sadness. 
Aching and gnawing.
And bleeding and tiring. 
But sometimes it’s alright. 

Boxes here and clothes there,
Bits and pieces. Packages and promises. 
Ruined, shattered, spoiled, scattered, 
Wreckage on a sea of terror. 

Keys in palms and not in doors.
You don’t live here anymore. 
Heart in hands, not in chest. 
Gaping hole, bleeding breast. 

You were just a fleeting figment. 

I made you up and married you. 
It broke me in between. You 
broke me in between my heart and soul. 

Most days you stay pitted in my stomach. 
And I want for it to be gone. 
But it doesn’t loosen with the evenings,

It only tightens with the stars.