maybe we should stop
feeling sorry for the
it only tears a hole
in my frantic heart
that wants to save it

when i slept today i dreamt of
bruised hands, dead girls
with drained beauty across
hotel rooms, tree stumps
the homeless guy who smiles
at me everyday when i
walk past him
on my way to school and
the girl that i look upto losing

and i woke up crying and
the sky devoid of the sun looked
sad and empty
even with the stars holding onto
the invisible stitches
and then i knew

the universe spread across
me was divided into
two worlds:
one of consolation and the
a fumbling pulse of