i try and slow it down,
my head is swimming.
too many thoughts and just as many words.
i can feel them in my fingertips
and i can see you, fine without me,
like i am without you.
have you thought of me everyday like you said
and do you keep my rings
tucked away in a drawer
with all the other things i’ve left?
while on the subject of speaking the truth
i hope you do but i know you.
you look for a second and close it back up.
just another memory of me.
some days i miss your laugh and some days
i want to kick your in your face.
how can you be so blind to something so obvious?
no, i’m not talking about us
because there is only you
and i.
we are not an “us.”
this isn’t even making sense any more
because i can’t remember how i felt
but you still have a hold on me
and i want to let go
i know i should
but i can’t stop holding onto the cracks
between us
or i may just fall apart.
how’s that for honest?