pieces.

 

i haven't changed.

i'm still the same

as i always was.

except now,

all the pieces

are rearranged.

 

why is it so easy to get

wrapped up in you

again

spinning

like a web

woven

from the strings of

spaghetti,

around the fork

that is my mind.

 

twirling,

we’ll float on through

the crevices

that still remain.

but now

my head is splitting

and today,

you’re winning.

 

my heart

is still broken into

pieces

of me

and

pieces

of you.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

rosy.

 

i collapse.

as every cell

of me

absorbs the whole

of you.

 

am i going

under

or just going

in

can’t tell where

i start

and where

you begin

 

fall faster,

now sleep my darling.

traces of time,

like footsteps

right through my door.

 

waking you at midnight

just to feel the pin-prick

of your heartbeat

right next to mine.

 

if we move fast enough

can we sync with the time

upon our souls

we once did write?

 

but that was long ago,

and now it’s 12 past midnight.

 

and i couldn’t

absorb the whole of you

even if i tried.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

flats & minors.

 

and if i couldn’t see the clouds for the horizon

i know that you’d

still be by my side

halfway to the centerline

falling into the sea.

 

i hope that you’d have my strings untwined

but you...

never seemed to hear

even though you were right beside me.

so often i did live in fear.

we’d talk for hours

but as if without making a sound.

 

now,

we’re fading fast as the roses do

holding on to only the hope left, 

the one we can't renew.

lifting up our collective sorrow,

why are we still hoping

that our time is yet to borrow?

 

it seems fate has sewn stitches

connecting my heart to yours.

but fate also echoes

a terrible, everlasting ringing:

she's repeating, 

"it’s time to go once more."