Their good bye echoed as trains swept past in orange ribbons of motion and light.
They stood still with smiles quietly glowing, reaching out to hold time in their hands, hoping it wouldn’t slip away.

They were torn apart by trains bound for opposite destinations,
But their souls remained dancing on the electric rails
Rising like mist in the moonlight,
Carrying their laughter through magic dust lingering in the air

For a fleeting moment, time shimmered-
between the trains, and the faceless passengers.
And they held onto eternity, transcending the faces of the unknown,
Forever in their memories

A serpent calling Eden home,
Her gaze a fire, her soul made of stone
In the temple of shadows, she was queen,
Betrayer of faith, betrayer of love, serene.

The sweet fruit she offered, ripe with a curse,
Men fell to her feet like they fell in Rome.
But no god or human could claim her soul,
Heaven burned where her name was known.

She crowned herself with a halo of lies,
Her whispers salvation, the poison's disguise
In the Garden of Eden she was not Eve,
Breaker of promises, breaker of chains, finally free.

I've booked a doctor's appointment for next week
maybe this will give me something to look forward to

Here I hand in my resignation letter-

The ink soaked with the weight of days that slipped away unnoticed.
Each letter a fragment of warmth now gone cold,
Dissolved into the pages like fading smoke,
Caught between a our dreams and memories that never fully formed.

The paper, woven from threads of forgotten promises,
Each line stained with the silence of words we never spoke
Folds where once love settled, now fragile as time,
Left abandoned in the hollow spaces where we once belonged.

Each word, a swallowed whisper trembling on the edge of my tongue,
Words that floated into the echoes of our lost conversations,
Only to dissolve into the void of our screams alone

Each letter is a kiss left untouched,
buried under the weight of your silence
The kisses left suspended on the edge of our childhood dreams
Only to be found scared to leave my mouth.

Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
It’s not in the cards for me
And it wasn’t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
I’ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used