I stopped keeping a tissue box next to my bed
I regret that now
as I reach over my headboard
for that familiar cardboard feeling

I bury my face into my pillow
as I had done countless times before
and wonder how
how I am back at square one
after building my dam
so strong; mighty
How did I get so careless to let it break
over nothing

I let so much grow over me
I cannot breath
heavy roots of tall oak trees
trapping my lungs
captive birds screeching to escape my rib cage
My brain-- empty
empty, yet so full
full of pieces of everything
yet nothing coming together