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don't fucking care

There is nothing
I know it when the glass clicks my teeth
When it clanks hard on the bar, empty
When the salt spills on the rim
Leaving sick little spores in tequilla
Until it mixes with spit
Drooling down the side.

There is nothing inside
You've left and I never grieved
never shed a tear
and I don't know
which should bother me more.

You are dead to me,
but I am dead to me.
There is no pain, no laughter
I don't remember a good memory
Just your mail in the mailbox
return to sender
it may find you
before I do.
and I don't even care.

There is nothing
no reason my chest heaves
my eyes squeeze shut
no fucking reason my palms
are covered in bloody crescents
no reason my lips are blue
because I am afraid to breathe
because when I do,
air will bring pain
and I don't want to fucking care
if it means
I care about you.
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