I hope he comes running.

I watched her heart.

I watched it as it began to beat slower,

 I watched it as the color began to change from cherry blossoms to black and blue bruises.

I watched her eyes.

I watched them as they became less like the summer sky.

And more like the faded pavement in the winter. 

I watched her wear his t shirts to bed,

Trying to hold on to every last part of him.

Trying to breathe in his smell.

Trying to feel him. 

I watched her smile slowly shatter,

I watched her small body crack like glass,

I watched her heart break like mine did.

I watched her miss him,

I watched her want him,

Crave him.

But he was gone. 

 I remember the first time you left me.

It was around thanksgiving.

 I remember my mom asking me what I was thankful for,

 And I remember thinking nothing.

I remember feeling nothing,

And everything all at once.

I remember the day my smile cracked.

The day my body shattered.

I remember the day my heart turned into black and blue bruises. 

All because of you.

But I still miss you every single day.

And I still want you every single day. 

And I still crave you every night at around 9 pm.

But you're gone.

And so is he.

I hope that he comes back for her.

I hope he comes running.

Because watching her suffer,

Watching her bleed,

Watching her melt 

Reminds me of how I felt.

Nothing.

And everything

                all at once.