Is it a crime to love so deep,
That even angels wake and weep...
Every waking day
reliving this heartbreak...
Every time I speak up
trying to mend us...
Sitting in the dark,
ruminating...
Here you are
following the same pattern...
I held myself up,
just like any other day...
Burn you out
Burn you out...
The room is quiet, save for the ticking
The ticking of a clock that won’t wait...
The day I let pornography in,
I didn’t even know what I was letting in...
“untethered”
shelves of faces wheel past our names...
I’m sorry for my depressing posts.
Usually I’m more inspired...
I want to be completely alone,
my husband and children gone...