Coffee wobbles in my cup and slowly stills. I stare at the poorly stirred turbulence; that is how I feel right now. Still. And separate.
fights to stay openwithout bearing closed fistsrelies on disagreementabout whether holding back is bestnotices that it hasn’t noticed in a long whilelaunches into song, smiles,and sings long after the song endsand ends long aftertheir longing heart mends. but and even as it lays shattered after defeatsit glows up, shows up, and makes sure every piece […]
a song so sweet there’s no choice but let my heart break I guess.