I'm breaking up with you Drama,
our relationship is over...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

Portraits of lovers on the shoreline
are determined to survive...

I
want to marry...

I'm tired,
physically, emotionally, and spiritually...

Words can't simply heal, act as an
elixir able to guarantee a perfect love...

I have a choice, to be hushed,
close up at the sound of your heavy...

I tried, tried to shelter the silence,
but these voices feel they need to...

Here, I am the little prisoner,
hunched over a cherry wood table...

In my mind, a perfectly versed masterpiece
glowing with optimism, waits for my acceptance...

To be alive, to know we are here despite nature's...
groaning and persuading us to prepare our stout...

One act of kindness,
though miniscule...