You broke my heart,
and the worst part is...

I’ve never written a poem about her,
but I miss her...

I’m thankful for him the way a lost
child is thankful for the moon...

He's not real.
I tell myself again and again...

I would love to wake up and not question who I am.
To not have to roll over in bed, clutching my...

If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...

I didn't know?
I...

I don't want to sleep
because there doesn't seem to be a...

I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...

I try to process what they’ve told me.
Bits and pieces come back...

I promised myself.
I promised you, in a way...

the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...