Outside Of Me

I don’t know how to describe these layers that I’ve now shed off. These layers that were once filled with dreams of you.

Once absorbed with all you had to offer, and worn in such a wonderful manor. Now laying there, on the floor.

It hurt so much to get them off, in denial they were torn off and pulled from me. Now laying there, on the floor.

Asked to attach them again, glue them back on with your words. Words which were filled with such joy but they seem so empty. Now laying there, on the floor.

These empty words will not hold these layers. They are so heavy and full from all the time spent with you. Instead they are now laying there, on the floor.

I want to remember them, these layers, but they’re laying there, on the floor.

I reach out to touch them, these layers but I can’t. I’m laying there, on the floor.

I am these discarded layers, just laying there, on the floor.