the night is black.
my thoughts are black.
my heart is black.
my days are black.
my nightmares are grey.
everyone i knew is gone.
m is gone.
h is leaving for good.
i broke up with a.
d has a boyfriend (see last)
a different a turned you down.
s doesn't like you (anymore)
in fact. s wants dirt.
s wants to hurt you.
h pities you. or does she.
you know her secrets.
and how she really is.
and she thinks she knows me but.
news: she doesn't.
not after she broke my heart
(years ago.)
i feel like i'm a city that's lost power.
and i'm the last small building with a light on.
one light.
a fireheart.
one that is not willing to burn or die out.
even as it is surrounded by dark.
it's very quiet.
brooding.
dangerous.
sad.
shape-shifting.
discrete.
holding hands over your eyes.
(peering through your fingers because you're scared).
is it me?
is it shit luck?
is it a rut?
is it a truck that's going to hit me.
is it a talespin.
is it a haunted house
am i a ghost
will saturday bode well?
i linger.
on. and.on
inertia.
gonna make some time.
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i've lost sight.
of what my goals are.
ive lost 25 lbs.
what else can i lose
do i hate writing stanza bullshit like this?
of course, but it is how my mind works.
maybe if you're lucky..
i will share with you
a ghost story.
i know many.
because i encounter them,
from time to time.
what i used to see as a kid.
what i feel.
the things ive seen would
make your
skin
crawl
how does the magician reassemble the torn woman?