And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.

Life is most visible
in its imperfections

Cracks in the hourglass
—us wanting more

(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)

We used to picture a life at sea
at the mercy of the waves
and the setting sun
lost under stars
drifting further apart
contained in a space
too small
for the tragedies  
told by aching hearts

I made a mistake last night.
I held a blade in my hands and cut away the pain.
I made a mistake last night.
I'm not proud or even happy- I did not benefit.
I made a mistake last night.
Over a boy who kept hurting me.
I made a mistake last night,
but at least I didn't reach my end.
I made a mistake last night,
but I'm still breathing.