If actions could be translated into words I would write me standing in the shower
While the scolding water burns my skin as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you
I would write me shutting off the water
In absolute defeat
Because I never even had you
Id write about the emptiness I feel inside my chest
The feeling of realisation that you’ve forgotten me
…How I wish you were still around
—  A mix of thoughts and stolen poetry