i.
buckling grey doors
in my mind yawn open

to let you in, maybe i'd
chomp it off and drown it
in the sky, this lucid waste
of tasteless thought. bitch,
i've never held your
sigh close to heart, never
felt

my sky of dreams limited
to your excuses
who was i to
ask you
to
save
me?

ii.
forget the world
forget what holds you still
break the glass
break the face
pull back lies
and retrace

iii.
i've never held this existance
you hold it like a morphing
cloud
over my head, a tear
holding up the entire
vision for the world.

i am nothing, i have
always
been nothing. consume this
burnt thought process that
eats this dream
and maybe in the end
you'll find
i've always been
just a figment
of your endless sighs