here i am again
somehow eternally stuck in this position
scrubbing the guilt off your shoulders
as I pack my bags

I open my phone
its a text from you
that takes all of passing
to read
3 paragraphs to delicately explain
how and why we are through
If I knew
I wouldn't have opened it
The door shuts
and she tells me to read the poem aloud
My stare that compensates
For the dull of my mouth

The tears on my pillow won't dry
They've gotten cold
I wait for your reply and
bury myself further into the bed
The weather changes
Impermanently

I am my own blackhole

its the horror
of seeing them at the age you were
facing the same pain

a day again
and still I'm saying
I need help

I am not the same
And nothing new