Standing at the far left of the frame of life
I have been dwarfed by the tall branches of the giant bodied willow tree like sorrow
My brain has been ****** by a poisonous arrow
under the shades that I borrow
from tomorrow

You are all very plastic
endurable and elastic
fit all
senseless
cheap
and meaningless
artificial
spurious
fake
and insincere
with crocodile tears
easy to find
all blind
and not refined

It is that time of the year
Summer is almost here
It is time to pack up
and leave all the gray behind

I will pack up light
I fold the latest dress that you bought  
my love takes up all the space
and I take my biggest dream with me in case

the bright pink dahlias
that stood for patience withered
eventually

heads and tails
life and death

my timid and feeble breath hesitates to catch up with life
when I had you all the days were bright
and it felt alright
leaving everything behind to hide from the night
feels like finding the light
but it is not quite
right
as shedding tears will blight
my soul with mold

Living like the routine has never been broken
keeps hope alive for a while, unspoken  
It is as if reality is not as it seems
and you will come back any minute with the morning beams