if words could heal
i would cover my body
with them
like bandages

but what can i say
when you look happier now
than you ever did
with me

i tell myself
it is better this way
everything happens for a reason
what doesn’t **** us
makes us stronger

yet i no longer know
if i am dead
or alive
only that it hurts

i pray to gods
i am not sure exist

and the longer time passes
the more i realize
the period you used
to end our story
felt less like freedom
and more like a nail
in my coffin