Its hard to wallow in sorrow
its even harder to watch you do it.
I don't love you or care about you
or know you
but I want to.

It's ok that we forgot how to feel
so I guess its ok that I am in pain now.

Can we remember?

I want to
just *******, stop, trying.
go do something.
It's pathetic.
Your pathetic.

Carry a flower by its petals to the icy marble of an upside down statue of a Catholic reverend mothers torn womb.

Torn petals
broken flowers
let it move and
slide through space
pressed tightly between
two pains
of glass
the juices excrete
from the flesh
of a flower.

Its really beautiful.
My mind is so happy, the satisfaction of watching the life squeeze out of a flower under glass makes me feel safe to express the emotion love.