what I would do
here reminiscing in your shadows.
faint laughs wafting: sweet gestures taunting.
I crave what was
I cave from what is.
call me mentally weak
but I doubt anyone else
would've lasted this long,
cried this hard, held on this strong.

what i could do
with your tone piercing my sanity
I long to be cherished
and seen
not tolerated or screamed
at like a dog.

what I should do
just waiting to spring from my tongue,
boundaries like flowers
I never watered;
sun-dried and half-withered.