go on goon

love,

broken but

hearty hoping

for fill

*

i am not devastated

for i feel as though

i can still grab your hand

though the lack of it feeling i

has led to devastation of

what i am not

*

how is it that that which gave

the world warmth

doesn’t burn it all down

when it goes gone

*

the only love

you will need

is the love of

needing only you

*

here listening to him

harrumph longingly about

his love for me

i cannot help but think how

stupid he sounds and how trite

and how clichéd and over the top this

whole thing is when there are bigger things

than the two of us fumbling around like the kitchen

which needs a cleanup or the city which needs one too

or the universe which probably suffers the same mess

of spilling too much in too little

him

go on goon

spread more thoughts of childhood and running

and breathless now with the afterword of silence and blank pages

found on my face where i say okay

and he says

is that all

and i say it is

and he says

how lovely it is

to have it all