Something Like a Cataclysmic Breakdown
Heaving breaths stop short of being weary
Cries in the dark – no one here to hear
Stains of tears poison the fragile fibers of face
My hands shake – what have I done wrong?
Bitter taste returns and I choke my sobs to pieces
Screaming – why can't he love me? I'd change for him!
I'd better myself past when I'm his-
But the earth wouldn't change is Mars stopped moving
Hearts wouldn't stop beating if bones kept breaking -
As mine still beats for the sight of him
I tremble and wait for morning to come.