languid pain made more
potent by the thought,
musings that enter
through the brambles
to meet a dischord
& choose to linger.

between what i wait for &
all the altercations to
examine, there are only
songs mismatched to
standing still.

he toys with the moment
knowing it is his,
could i be any less?

sad footsteps making a wake across the sand,
irreverent to the fact, the fiction
let the angles of the skyline
falter under the touch,
say adieu
i've had enough.

promises worth breaking
i've done it all before.