i'm not thinking about you. i'm thinking about the negative space that sits in the spot where you used to be. how it sucks me in and leaves me breathless and how precious it must be to have once been filled by you. i'm thinking about how unfillable it is now that you're gone, how it is barren and worthless and cold and serves to act as nothing but a constant ringing in my ears, of this lifelessness, of how all goodness is obsolete once i take forcible control and rip it all up and call it an act of love. there is nothing there. it is empty space. so why does it have so much power over me.