i swear we were something
and if i could sing it, i would
along to the bare strumming of guitar strings.

i can't feel better, and it's
because you care.

the monosyllabics are all i can muster right now,
and the hurt in your eyes -
oh god.
we've been here before and it's
always the same -
our words just circling,
too little for what we feel.

you don't know what it's like,
not being able to feel better.

not being able to feel anything.

my heart is mountains and valleys
and this is a ravine.