and my thoughts swallow up sad
b r o k e n
like a gaping fish
[ d r o w n i n g ] in your oxygen
thought-ridden brows frowning in confusion/frustration/aggravation
-i'd kiss those little wrinkles on your forehead-
the place where your fringe parts,
like parched autumn leaves
tears don't seem to
"you're still beautiful"
(you didn't think so when you said goodbye)
i s t i l l t h i n k a b o u t y o u
now you'd wished you'd never let me go.