I woke,
I've been writing poems
For the wrong person.

I broke,
I've been crying
For the wrong person.

He was fooling me all along.

Sure they all say
Putting yourself together again is possible
But everyone fails to mention
That jagged edges will never fit the same
Glueing together sharp sides
May keep it all together for now
But
Only one drop away
From returning to a fractured state

you can't love someone into taking care of you.

I’ve seen the future,

it looks a lot like this.

Your eyes, full of old fights

we never had, but should have.

We carry on, hands full of silence.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.

I only really breathe in two places

I hold air in my lungs until I’m between trees or words

Alive only when the poetry of the world resurrects me

On the land where solitude walks,
Its silence has an abyss.
What might change
By breaking it
The vow of silence broken.

If only I had been more ostentatious;
I would have him.

If only I had more power;
I would have him.

If only I had more fame;
I would have him.

Having a character falls short;
When all he knows is to chase glitter.
He chases more noise making empty vessels and - that is his agency.

I fade into oblivion, as maturity always does, blending into the background and ceases to exist.