I’m afraid to be alone

to have no one to hold me when my world is drenched and I’m drowned within my thoughts

When the wind is creeping in through the cracks of my dusty old window, and the coldness slowly slithers up through my clothes

While the memories of you wrapping me in your coat come crawling back in

and my bedroom floor becomes marked with the parts of me that washed out when you left

And I begin to wonder whether you were the best or worst thing to ever happen to me