You spoke about leaving
So often and for so long
That I didn't believe
You'd ever be gone

The surroundings are broken
Black, torn, ripped, cold, dark
Trying to reach a diaphragmatic breath
You can see their breath
It’s cold and it’s only getting colder
Is it fight or flight that’s keeping them
There’s a place for them
There’s also a place for us
For you, for me, for our future children’s children
What do they add to their cauldrons?
Lust, greed, ignorance, malevolence
Can we defeat this?
Do we need to defeat this?
What would happen if this was defeated?
They’re all starving,
They going to turn inhuman
Barbarian idiocy, it’s all the same
They will not only eat you alive,
But they will also eat your soul.
At one point they were all roses
They are currently ashes.
Next, they will be dust.
Then non-existent.

who's to say my life
isn't full at twenty-nine
to each cup its own

at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

I loved you to a point where,
Even the atheist in me,
Prayed, for your safety.
Prayed, for your dreams.
For I may have forgotten religion,
But loving you brings it back.