Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...

Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...

Breathe a little deeper than you've been,
just breathe a little deeper, dear...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

Your ankles are resting near the hillside,
a sweaty brow, dirt-caked elbows...

I wonder if anyone notices my left hand is bruised...
I didn't go by ambulance, but my feet gracelessly...

Doubt drizzles down my spine
- death an overcast planet...

Everything you would hope you would receive from...
You are not a sick weakling...

I miss you,
kiss/kiss...

Strong, dark brown legs
speaking to the floors...

His eyes are ghosts
grunting...

They always say you can turn around, but I'm not...
(I can't go back, I have already carried myself...