You really pulled me,
In, I wasn't expecting,
You to be the one.

at the edge of night
vultures circle
the bones of another day
leaving me
one sunset
closer to my grave

diagonally
wet lines slice the dry summer
storm rages; sun rests

I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.

Memories linger,
While I grasp at the future,
It slips through my hands.

I spent 83 days wondering why
1,992 hours crying
And 7,171,200 seconds dying a little more inside

I can't say I'm sorry for what happened before
I left because
I didn't matter to you anymore

Sleepy blue ocean
Hiding in a cowrie shell
I heard her snoring

I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.