Wishing for oblivion

I gave you

the parts of me

that don’t grow back

and you

left them bleeding

on your way out

now the world

feels too loud

and too quiet

all at once

I walk through

days like fog—

trying to remember

how it felt

to be wanted

but it’s gone

and I am

just a body

wishing for

oblivion

because numb

would be kinder

than knowing

you don’t

love me anymore

and light

feels like

a lie

someone else

gets to believe in.