Alone

What didn’t kill me

Apparently makes me stronger.

Turns out it also makes me hollow

And scarred.

Tear stained pillow

I really hope

That one of these days

You’ll actually want to

Be around me

even a fraction

as much as I

Want to be around you.

For every night

That I sleep alone

My chest feels less like heart

And more like stone

You picked

The most God awful time.

But then,

You always do.