18

i love her so much 

but her paranoia gets 

stuck between my teeth 

like a nectarine plucked 

from a branch 

that should have rested 

just one more day

it tears up my life

piece by piece 

and sets it alight 

burning through my flesh 

smoking with passive aggression 

and resentment towards her 

small wax figurine that is 

carved as her and the love 

she shares with another 

and i say things 

do things 

because so much has been taken away 

and it’s too much by the end of the day

and i start slipping 

down deep where i was last january 

because this is the last burden i can’t bear 

the one that breaks me down. 

my day 

gone in a flash like any other 

robbed from me just like all the others since march. 

it’s a painful spiral staircase that brings a new let down with each step.