your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

tied to the mast
nose to the grind
getting nowhere

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.