Mar 2017
he hides his sadness
with photographs and
another rickety lie
to himself about sepia memories
of sad days he thinks were
better ones
the evidence of last nights tears
stains on the sheets he
wears wrapped around
his bruised, choking heart
beats relentlessly as he scrawls
another loving hash mark
into a never ending
patch
of
skin
with photographs and
another rickety lie
to himself about sepia memories
of sad days he thinks were
better ones
the evidence of last nights tears
stains on the sheets he
wears wrapped around
his bruised, choking heart
beats relentlessly as he scrawls
another loving hash mark
into a never ending
patch
of
skin
