some people are question marks
some are commas, periods
semicolons, exclamation marks
or interrobangs
you are an ellipses
each dot a hole marked out
from where you took from me
the spaces in between where
we don't speak anymore
only leading to uncertainty
from something familiar and safe
toward a neverending list of reasons
that i am not lovable
holes and spaces
want to fill my
holes
with your
spaces
with your tongue
or my tears
i am emptying myself for you
every single day
and you just fill me with you
as if you think it would save me
it's killing me.