he avoids me as he strolls
through the double doors
of the empty hills mansion.

the home was not a home.
rather, a skeleton;
a naked vessel holding nothing,
but a half beating heart

our eyes don’t meet for hours.
you dance in bathrooms with
girls names you can’t recall.

you’ve got candy in your pocket.
it’s burning through your jeans,
crystallizing at the back of your throat,
and eating away your brain.

hi,i’m me, you’re you.
you intro yourself with your half-bitten
charm, and sweet eyes that are ringed
with sadness.

i fell in love with you then.
the brokenness was something i thought i would bend.
instead i found myself breaking,
in order to fix you.