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Following You

I haven’t worn make up in a while,
Not since— Not since you—
You know.
There isn’t much I want more
Than to have you here again.

Because—
Cos you were mine
And,
And I thought we were happy.
I thought you said you loved me
And you wanted nothing else but to be with me
Forever.
Did you not say that?
Your words—
They mean nothing now.
They turned to ash when you did
And now there’s just a hollow space where you used to sit
In my heart.

Are you happy now?
Are you happier without me?
Up there…
Or down.
Cos that’s what God would say, right?
You sinned in your final act so you’re in Hell
Or you just disappeared.
I haven’t worn make up in a while,
Not since you ended it all
And left me here alone.

It just makes sense to follow you,
Right?
Like I followed behind you with your hand in mine
So long ago.
It’s cold now, my face so bare,
My wrist so bare.
It’s cold with the steel on my skin.
You fill my last thoughts
And I follow you
Up there…
Or down.
Cos that’s what God would say,
Right?

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