poem made of sonku’s
why am i the thing that
doesn’t get gone.
that holds feverishly
onto space
yearning for you
apathy
& all you are.
hollow boy (man)
quick to tell me you love
me, quick to
leave a nest i built for
us, for you
i’m nothing to
you now. dead
gone, a whisper
long nightmare
i feel like a cold corpse
trying to
haunt you. but i know you
shallow boy (man)
bet you’ve lost my
name & face
like we never
even met
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I feel the pain in this poem. First line set the tone perfectly.