the wisps of breath
that cloud my conscience
when you speak to me
is unbearable

i am flooded
with the disillusions
that have begun
to blossom and bloom

as the dust settles
and the cracks
of my existence
that you've left behind
crumble beneath my skin

i am the carvings
of the world you choose to leave behind
the world you chose to create
but never to love