I loved the very last line...really, really good imagery.

breathtaking Keep it up!

Oh my god, I really love this. You packed so much emotion into one poem with your beautiful phrases. I especially liked "this is me, stumbling home the wrong direction" and "i only move these muscles when walls close and trains collide" Amazing work, really :)

Renana

Dark. Pretty. Powerful.

"rain crashes and dies

amongst the broken cigarettes

only as fragile as the

paper thin lies." I liked that particularly. And the rest of it as well, actually. The confusion and the helplessness rings true.

"This is me / stumbling home in the wrong direction". I think just that simple statement sums up the feeling behind every attempt to say goodbye and forget anyone or anything. You've created a simple poem rich in familiar, universal imagery. A thoroughly enjoyable read.