And if
you’re still breathing after all this pain and the stars have yet
not fade,
you’re the lucky one dear because for ages now
my days
Long
days, meaningless nights.
The tides
come and go, come and go.
Mostly,
they just go, leave me standing on a starless beach alone,
gazing
into gunmetal seas searching for the glint and glimmer of hope.
Some
things hurt,
and
tonight I am picking shrapnel out of my flesh
from your
words and dropping pieces into this fish tank,
watching
them through glass do that silly dance object do when flirting with water.
Thinking,
this time, this time, you won’t sink me.
I don’t
know what you were aiming for, but you missed.
We were ellipses in a draft of masterpiece we were never
able to finish.
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