When you’ve exhausted their reservoirs
When you’ve become too much
What will you do with yourself?
How will you explain to your mind
That you made them lose their will?
Their will to listen to your ******* anymore.

I showed you my wounds
Delicately you sewed them up
Darkness sets and slowly
The thread is undone
Unravels by your hand
Unravels by their hands

The tiny pasta stain from my birthday,
     I’ll let it set in
Every photograph taken late at night
     Etched into memory
The lingering smell on our pillowcases
     I’ll try to remember it
Your jar of water so perfectly placed
     Waiting to be refilled
Every piece exactly how you left them
     Cherished
A perfect freeze of the last time
     Waiting for the next time

it's unrealistic to think you
should be happy all the time
life doesn't always work that way
I'm just searching for the peace
being content
I've found pieces of it in many things
I found so much of it in you
"Please wait just let me speak"
I'll always hold onto you
just keep holding onto me

the human frame tricks us
ever changing
constantly something better
magnify our flaws
compare again
constantly taking words to heart
replaying their view over and over

Set the table and wait.
Dimmed lights,
Waiting for the raw umber
To walk through the door.

Some of us try to ignore the cruelty
out of love or simple desire.
We think about the surface when it happens.
The way in which it’s all a piece,
skin movement, the face made when they
think no one else is looking.
The weathered and sad existence,
deserving of love.