To the hole within my chest

    I bought you a book today. I know it’s a little bigger than what used to be there but hey - it’s something, right?  It’s a paperback, just like the ones strewn over my room. Maybe if you fold it up, bend the spine...It could fit.

    Alright listen, the book wasn’t the best idea, I know. But I’m trying, okay? I see you, wide open, a gaping hole for everyone to see. People are staring; they’re asking what’s wrong. I can’t keep making up excuses for why you’re there.

    Just. Take the book, okay? At least you can cover the hole for now, until I find something better.