I'm pulling my hair
out of my head
so I don't pull my heart out instead.

And like the shore relentlessly
pacing back and forth
I'm kicking myself
Being careless
with what I wish for.

Waiting
for my sunrise to unfold,
my eyes cry out
from these breaths I hold.
Using what might be my last

I kneel to scoop these shards
gently,
Still, pressing
them into your palms.