Untitled (Poem #163)

How have I not driven you mad?

I still think of him and feel so much…

So much anger,

So much sadness,

And so much love

I feel like a top spinning off of a desk falling for something I will never believe in.

(Poem #127)

“I can’t go on like this”

I sob into my pillow

At four am

While my eyes flutter back tears and exhaustion

Knowing I will wake up

And you still will not be here