i closed my eyes
and felt the want sunrise
but i opened my eyes
to see my own demise

i am making every attempt
to become more numb
to feel less
for all the darkness spent
the tip of my thumb
a spiders web

i like lo-fi
she whispered under sunrise breath
in agreement, i spent the remainder
of the morning soaring into heaven

i have felt the asphalt against my face
i have prayed and then played the same game
i have made friends and in the same breath
replaced them with an empty space
and in the hopes of status or capital gained
i have laid in wedlock against soft lace
and felt infidelity’s bittersweet embrace
i have  sinned in the face of grace
and i only wish i had taped it

my hand cramps
as my sanity scans
the sand for strands
of the aforementioned man

waiting for responses
despondent correspondence
doctrine traditionally dictates dialogue
a little less lack luster
i pray i can make a statement
with at least every other word i muster

i felt a breeze
for a brief, squeezing second
beneath the leaves
of fall, led to believe
you felt the same
and maybe nothing came
besides me
alone with my phone in the other hand