I thought that
the best of me
comes out
when I am with you.
But I was wrong.
It seems that
the best of me
was you.
It was always you

You were so fleeting,
I couldn't get enough of you ever.
I ate you up,
swallowed you whole,
and when you had enough,
all that taking and taking
never able to give you enough
you were done.

what if he
stares at you
every time
you look away

if you break down as much as me,
would you know
how I feel?

Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.

I was calling you today

on the middle of a bridge

that lit up colors

striping through the

night skies

i like looking at



and i thought of all the times i had spent

chasing dreams, chasing chasing chasing

fat stacks of money a sense of accomplishment a life worth living



and i thought

thought about my life and its trajectory

through the streets of broken stones

spent staring at cracks on pavement



there is this hollow feeling in my chest

i feel a conscious space there

there is this empty feeling in my brain

it feels disconnected from my body



they do not respond to my emotions



i reach for a smile but my lips do not respond right



i am walking but my legs feel so light

but my arms feel heavy

my head remains bowed



but friend,

where are you



i have forgotten what you look like

i'm trying to think through the static
and my eyes don't focus right
but i was wondering
what it meant to feel hungry

or just tell someone how i feel

i
can't
remember
the last
time
i was
honest
about
how i
felt

and
i
don't
...
know

it's been
...
a while
...

hello, hello?

my thoughts resound in my head

"And We're Burning All the Bridges."

she listens to the lyrics and thinks of what her mother had told her:

"You are their bridge"

*they must be burning me now