I Was Young and You Broke Me

I found your shirt in the back of
my closet and it
still smells like you.
I'm finding it hard to catch
a single breath when it feels
as though my lungs are shriveling
up into nothing
And this searing fire,
this never ending pain
Is worse than before.
My heart has swollen like a
busted lip or sprained ankle.
I hastily poked my arms through
the sleeves of your shirt
and pulled the worn fabric
over my head
And it wrapped around me like
a cocoon,
forming a protective shell around
my body the way your arms used to.
The collar was stained from mascara
that spilled down my puffy cheeks.
I never thought it would be
this hard
to let our memories go.

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