there is no way that this cold, empty bed
can hold the weight of my feelings tonight
I can't bring myself to turn the light off because the shadows will pull every fear out of my body and play them like projections
on my walls once my eyes finally adjust
they tell you that heart ache gets better
but no one shows you how to quiet the present
and if my pillow has to endure one more sob, one more heavy sigh,
one more night of me staring blankly into the ridges
of my wall paper while trying not to crumble,
I swear,
it'll stage a riot and leave me
just like you have