Why bother speaking
when you question all I've said...
Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...
You fall and embrace me
with shades full of dark...
....and I was wrong.
this pocket feels heavy...
i loved you once –
and in love, the heart is in a tizzy...
The shattering
continued today...
Last night, I had a dream
that she was dying...
You dont read me because you forgot
what its like to walk in my memories...
I couldn't handle it this morning.
Correction - I couldn't handle her...
colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...
I have too much
history with these cups...
She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...