i am the epitome of annoyance
the definition
of helplessness
i write
in honor of the pieces of my heart dropped
scattered around like seeds in a garden
shattered like a child’s menagerie
thrown away like an empty bottle of gin on a Wednesday morning
I type
as a constant reminder that
I am alone
as the minuscule maniac I am
in this large yet minuscule world that I belong to
and will forever be