Morning breaks clean and fierce across the sill.
I lay, waiting. Listening to you breathe
Crisp linens rumpled from a nights dreams woven in crimson and ochre across your brow.
As I lay beside you, I wonder what secrets crouch behind the small smile that plays across your lips.
You heart seems ever full, spilling over onto me even as you dream
stretch wide and long[er]
i’ve noticed my heart beats slow[er]
a breaking to the left
it is no wonder i have lost my sting
run through me
liken me to a washed out bed
now than ever
the laughter is stuck tight like a cork behind my teeth
biting into my joy
biting back the words
[more now] forgotten me [than ever]
the confessions of depression