How I wished you walked away
sooner...

You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...

I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...

It's not healthy, I know it's not,
to wish the world was faced with...

When people talk about raising their kids,
it's a strange concept...

My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...

I rely on little things
to make it to the next horizon...

I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...

Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...

I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...

[Trigger/content warning]
I remember wanting to be discovered by you...

Orchestral breakdowns
look pitifully insignificant...