the heart is the fragilest of things
said she
yes, indeed, like a tea cup
said he

She can love someone back the way you love her.

Hope
Despair
Both apples
Fallen from the same tree

It's bleak outside
Drawing me inside
While I wait
For a clearing

Cold January. Heated furnace.

And you, my dear, refuse to sleep.

I think of you.

And lights across the window sweep,

And droplets freeze upon its surface.

My eyes meet yours. We dim the lights.

And suddenly, as one, we’re breathing

My hands, around you, interweaving,

I recollect the gone by nights.

My heart is burning, raging wild.

You place, your hand upon my chest.

Confess, softly whisper, “child...”

Only the silence when I can’t deny it.

I don’t get lonely
Or, if this is loneliness,
I much prefer it

Last time I trusted someone,
I ended up being an animal head
on their collection wall.

a victim to their survival
renamed “trophy”


- a.r. Camm