a responsive canvas
is that what you want?
a place you return to time and time
again
to be alone
with yourself
to be alone with yourself
so you return
you return and return and return
you don’t want me to breathe
you aren't grateful for reflections
you don’t want truth
you don’t want a responsive canvas

i can't see myself loving only you for the rest of my life.
i have too much love/
love that wants to see the world and other people
and hear their stories
and hold them and love them
no jealously
no fear
no guilt
just love\

My mind
goes back
to a place
that doesn't
exist.

he says.
Go to sleep,
he says.
I'm happy now,
he says.

I love you,

he says.

with life,
without

you.

What a horrible age to live in.
We are thousands of miles apart,
but within seconds, only a phone call.
Your name is erased from my contacts,
but the ten digits are ingrained at my fingertips.
No answer.
I'm so cold.
I can only hear your voice when you let me,
on the safest nights when you are alone.
This is surely hell.