you are the broken glass that bloodies my knuckles
and the hollowed, empty eyes that look past me
straight into an abyss that only you can comprehend

you are the scent of a one night stand
foreign, new, alien
i will never smell you on my sheets again
too many trees have died to let our relationship live
the letters are burnt
the floodgates behind my eyes are opening
the doubts in my mind are roaming
and you are still staring, with hollowed, empty eyes
apathetic

was i...
not good enough
too much to handle
not interesting
too complex
not attractive
too self-centered

who am i without the essence of another body to tell me
who am i anymore when she has left me
and all that i've become
is her
her scent on my clothes
her scent in my hair
her scent in my nose
her scent taking over my body, every part that was me until there is no "me" there is only you, and you are gone
i am an empty shell, ready to be cleaned and reused
recycled
i'm reviving the trees we killed

i am the broken glass under my knuckles
and the hollowed, empty eyes that look past all that's physical
into the abyss that only you can comprehend

who am i?