to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

I wept into the wind
And the wind mocked my sadness
I wept into the ocean
And the salted water took in my tears
I wept into the soil
And new life sprung forward
I wept into your chest
And my tears dried.

the streets are quiet
the world is still
i finally notice
the birds chirping
on my windowsill

“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”

long
lonely
hours
of
heart
breaking ;

Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.