A Finely Tuned Mess

He used to be confident, now she can’t see him or his shadow called pathetic.

She use to be thinner, which in his mind meant she use to be better.

They both were aware of how little they talked now. A consequence of never shutting up in their twenties.

Happiness has been gone for quite sometime,

Optimism was the latest to leave.

People gravitate towards the kind and the weak for the same reasons: it disguises the state of our own morals.

That’s why they’ve been together for the better half of a decade.

All people romanticize the dead, but she asked him to romanticize her now. He tried with short words:

Love is selfishness in a costume.

Could you play the part for me?

We are shallows and depths

The waves right before they break.


In Silence

I haven’t heard from a god this year

Even though my words mirror chapter ten David.

Do my prayers even reach them? Or do they settle on the moon?

I can’t clearly define what a soul is, but I know mine hurts.

Maybe I’m a romantic,

Or maybe I’ve lost some religion.


I acknowledge Him like I acknowledge a far away lighthouse.

I know it is signaling for me in the night,

But I can’t set a course for the shore yet.

I have an ocean to tame.