sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
i taste you, on my tongue. i taste us, on my tongue. i taste tragedy, on my tongue.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
i’ve sworn for years we’re connected. because every time you come i can sense it. see it in the dark, hear it a million miles away. not only love swirls between us; raw want drags us back together over and over again.
i’ve always been told
that 3am is some haunted hour
where your subconscious thoughts
claw their way into reality
but 4am is the true evil
it’s the unbearable silence
when the monsters in my head
stand at the edges of my vision
to watch me toss and turn
“mom i don’t know what to do.”
“honey your mom isn’t here anymore, now put the rose on her casket.”