Let me rest.
Please, just let my mind rest
Away from these words that twist and crumple,
And fall listlessly onto the page.

I need a reprieve
From these thoughts that spiral
And catch on a loop
Which will then echo infinitely in my brain.

The wind falters
As bad blood settles back into the air
In the promise of another spring
Of disenchantment.

I’m not sure what this poem means,
And through the tides of time
These words will be no more
Than a speck of a speck.

But for now your eyes are upon me
As I hide behind the spaces between the words,
More than human,
Less than air.

And I love you
For simply being there.