long ago your hands meant something they were substantial carful carved to create a sustainable love but, like most you crushed me as you cradled the promises you made
to say I was surprised would be an understatement the empty look in your eyes as you told me nothing could breathe but without me you collapsed caving in on your self desperately reaching with those carved careful hands I am above you now leaning in pressing my soft skin against the troublesome spot you’re standing in motionless striving for something untouchable you appear and I watch as you sink deeper and darker out here









