My head pounds, her words like sticks of dynamite.
we broke off the fantasy,
frustration would become my savior, or would anxiety
angst continue to become my true self?
Pain has never felt so embracing, as to want to kiss it.
leaving behind the dreams that meant so much to me
rain falls from the sky
whispering sweet lullabies to our children.
the frequent reality, staying in place
satisfied by the seconds
leaving my eyes as they are
my mind in peace.