you pulled me in
to a home, and yet i
feel no greater loneliness—

as if suffering in silence
is how i am supposed
to reside—

as if my payment for
shelter is that of
dried tears.

you gave me a promise
of no hurting alone,
and i broke that.

i should be left in the chill—
lose my toes and mind,
for i do not deserve your time

and so i break but i earned it
as you have
earned the pieces