You took apart my life.

What'd you find on my insides?

Pictures of us hung with twine;

strung from my organs taped and tied.

You said i would be fine.

But everyone knows. Every. One. Knows.


Days spent marking time.

Marching time.

Parking fines.

I wish that I could say “better days” unafraid.

An avalanche of love buried and broke my trust.

And everyone knows. Every. One. Knows