By em
My salty tears
Fall into the open peanut butter jar
My sandwich will taste disgusting tomorrow
Or maybe the salt will pair nicely with sweet jam
I snap back into reality
You are still here, I’m still sobbing
Next week will become an anniversary
The peanut butter will start to turn from my contamination
I’ll pack you a sandwich with it for the airport
Maybe I’ll cut the crust of since you're just awittle baby
I cry myself to sleep, nothing's new
Tears hit my lips and drip onto my tongue
I’m reminded of you
Now I’m fucking pissed
Why did you do that
What the fuck is wrong with you
Why is my phone beeping
Fuck it's you
I throw it across the room
Run after it checking if its broken
Enough has been broken already today
I read it
It sucks
“I am so grateful”
“I love you”
“I miss you”
“I hope this doesn’t affect our relationship”
I hope your plane crashes
On the way to Arkansas
I know it hurts for you
I know your sad
That is the one thing making me smile
Through this cold and sloppy shit show
Your pain is like a whining little kid
Like you got a paper cut on the edge of your picture book
Give it kiss and put on a bandaid
Your fucking fine
My pain is like drowning
Once you drown your dead
There's no Band-Aid
There's no kiss
And now there's only one parent
To help pull your body out the water
My lungs are full
I will never breathe again
The pain will never go away
I will never be the same person
I spread the salty peanut butter
On a piece of flimsy white bread
The thick butter
Tears the bread in half
I broke something
Like father, like daughter