From the Relationships collection
Broken Hearted
a shadow lies beneath her moods hunting our truest key
it sways and grows infectiously edging toward a kindred apathy
that buries and dims our wishes and whims the dreams we left unbled
blunting unspoken memories of gentleness we shed
it thickens to fill rusting too our will
as we trade stubborn glances for assaulting circumstances
while feigning ever-restlessly a posturing of normalcy
coursing this venom to constrict our grind
onto perforated outlines with desaturated crimes that cast me outside to see this humbling tragedy of broken hearts