all the good has been marred by stubborn stagnancy the cowardice of needing to stay in familiarity i’m scarred, bruised black and blue my heart held your hollowness for too long … i did not know how to love with you the sweetness, the bliss, the comfort i could only grasp hints of it in…

i guess i feel bad for loving her more than i loved you but when i remember loving you it was favors, begging, going out in silence and you screwing up again your company fulfilled me and we had good conversation though it diminishes in this bliss i feel with her … i mistook obsession…

dreamt of you last night the visceral upset in the morning forming in my gut during the work day lunch break i spewed it out in repetitive prose trying to make sense of it the first rainy day of fall and you along with summer have completely faded the morning of i watched the sky’s…