she sips her morning tea
her gown falls open at her knees
she puts her head on the table
the world flipped
she looks at imaginary pictures
you sear her

stop making me cry in my sleep

you are the sum
of everything she did right
she burned you
like a soldier who lost a fight
she took you
and like a funny twig
she snapped you in half

you left

to get flowers for you!

she looks up
the world is in the color of your iris
brown, autumn brown
her heart claws at itself
raw
no name for this sadness
no lyrics for this empty song
but you are in every sentence
in the commas
in the yellow



"i loved you on this day
i love this memory"

please let me keep it.

-

"we met at the wrong time. that’s what I keep telling myself anyway. maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. so until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way everyday -- sad."

and i'm perfectly okay with that.