i told the moon my secrets,
but she turned away.
even the sky,
it seems,
cannot bear the weight of me.

i’m sorry

i don’t know what to write about if it’s not about you

Literate and illiterate both
can have wisdom equally
to change the world

Only a sincere wish is required to break the ceiling

a cataract of emotion overflowing.
there’s no end in sight.
no wet floor signs.
no life jackets.

i’ve always had a problem pouring too much.
spilling my guts on the floor,
making a mess of it all,
waiting to see how far i could possibly -
fall.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

my cup is empty and still it never ends.
the water on the floor is turning to ice.
it’s getting colder and colder -
i’m running further and further.

i don’t mean to
i didn’t mean to

i’ll keep trying to run.

-

Healing takes time,
And fissures run deep,
I only wish
To cure
This flawed perfection,
In time to
Greet my sleep.