What do you do when the person you love, doesn't love you?
What do you do when the person you need, doesn't need you?
What do you do when the person you thought as your whole world, doesn't want you?

You treat Her so badly
the women who would
create your perfect flesh
then out of the womb
you came
felt on a whimsy
you came
out like a shooting star
and thru Her
and yet you treat
Her so cruelly

The feeling of being locked away
high on a shelf, with only the sounds of hopelessness through echoes.
I am lost.
When we are lost we fight to get home, but this home is no longer a home
its a prison.
One I only wish I had the strength to escape from.

I close my eyes and feel the sun come untucked from the clouds,
bleeding blood orange through my eyelids.

No one really knows you and I the way we know our footsteps,
coming home across wood floors late at night.

The way we used to sit on windowsills,
or crosslegged across from one another on your bed.

Our arms sank into the crevices of one another,
I wanted to feel the weight of you to crush me,
if only just to feel the peace of the street.