I woke up, I tried to piece myself back together.

But I forgot how I looked like, I did it again and again, over the weeks, months. I failed sometimes, I succeed gradually. And I’m someone completely different now. My pieces, my mind, torn apart and reassembled on my own.

And you, you have turned into an invisible man. Your promises linger, yet you are not here anymore.

Once you were bright, full of color, taking up too much space in my world.

Now you are some ghost that haunts every resting hour I have, a phantom circling in the back of my mind, where I constantly remind myself to turn my back against, ignore, let go. A wraith, almost gone, but hanging and grabbing unto me for its life. 

And sometimes I do look. Sometimes I do try to save that invisible man.

But he is not there, 

I can’t see him. I hear him, I’m not really sure. But I can’t touch him, can’t feel any warmth, not anymore.

All I’ve got left, is a different me.

tears and pain stitching all the scars together on my unrecognizable self,

a love that turned invisible, a man that followed suit,

and dusty, rusty corners of my life that I still have no strength to clear up.