I broke three wine glasses this morning.

It was all your fault-
I was immersing myself
in bottles of numbness

when suddenly-

Your voice was ringing in my head your eyes were
staring right at me your fingers were touching my face your
eyelashes were tickling me your lips were curled up at the edges
your whispers of promises were in full volume your scent is driving
me insane your head was resting on my shoulder you are all I
see, hear, taste, touch, smell.

You were everywhere.

I broke three wine glasses this morning.

At the end of the day,
I’d have broken everything into a million pieces
and you’d find my house in ruins.

You’d find fragments of the moon
and pieces of the sun on
your way home.


I may break all the wine glasses,
the houses, the moon and the sun,
but it is still nothing compared to
how broken I am.


-m.j.a