I'm tired of
feeling like this,
like his hands
against my body
are better than
anyone else's
ever have been.

Do you
miss me when
you hear my name?

the soil rusts, the water thaws
all tiny slips becoming spikes
inside my veins I know it lives
but all too well mixed up with fears
with every passing longing day
I feel no more relief to say

a stoic smile. vacant look. an awkward pause. a timeless book.
crystal walls, and boundless roads. minutes laughing. ages mourned.
growing bolder. feeling new. falling backwards. cutting through.
overthinking. weeping. sigh… knowing. living. getting by.