now that you've left
i need to know
how many times
did you look me in the eyes
and wished they were her's
and not mine

I want to tell you
that I can do without you.
But I'd be lying.

i wished you were an illusion

a faded memory

a fallen photo

i wished you were
anything other than the reason for my numbness

There's this glass cylinder full of water
inside my chest
it quivers and shakes lately
when people talk
and try to reach out
and touch
threatening to break and spill
green seaweed and red and goldfish
from my eyes down to my feet
to tangle around my ankles
and disappear into the shower drain
till I find new ones

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
If you Have, then you'll know that the delicate pitter patter of rain on the window doesn't make you feel as secure as you once thought.