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how to have fun on an empty heart

you don't 

you cope, you broil, you steam and explode. it bubbles over but no one is there to clean up the spillage. there is no fun on my lonesome. three becomes two abhor one. i wish i could have saved us. i wish i had seen it coming. 

maybe i spilled over too much, maybe i didn't share enough. i'm beginning to think i've rotted from the inside out, no one that can see me ever stays. you can touch me but never feel me, look at me but never see me, what am i? because i feel like a joke. 

take to me like a bad idea. chase your regrets with me. let me snoop in your mind and turn over those loose stones. i will never let you hurt me the way i hurt you.