radiating-hate
The corner store doesn’t sell
those jalapeño chips anymore
said after you stopped coming
no one bought them
I threw up in the aisle you used
to kiss me in
after you grabbed my sunflower
seeds and I pushed you up
against the canned soup
I fell right to the ground and
threw up
told the cashier it was a hangover
then offered to clean up
I’m falling apart like
your family during Christmas last year
I wake up feeling your mouth on my neck
and it takes a good 5 minutes
to stop screaming and
reaching for your face
I can’t breathe
my lungs are full of a name
I can’t say anymore
and now the corner store is just a graveyard
a place I go to fall apart
and try not to think about the irony
of loving you in the aisle with all the
non-perishables
no one told me it would be like this
no poetry
no art
no music
just a steady nosedive off a cliff
I am breaking so quietly
sometimes I can’t hear it
I am breaking so slowly
I want to kiss erosion on the mouth
beg her to take me screaming
face first into the water
Corner store | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)

This. This is what it was like when you fucking left.

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