red on the soul

.

should I pull you away from my thoughts?

should I I hold on to the weak strings until you leave my heart?

the cords ripped_ the memories cut

or should I just scrape you away with a wooden spoon?

until I am empty_ hollow_ with the bottom visible and left raw

all the signs of you pushed

to “nomore”

and then when there will be nothing left_ and my spirits will hit the glass surface

and the walls will break_ I will cover myself in the pieces

that no longer hold meaning

I will build an armor_ I won’t feel the pain

no you_ no us_ no pain