quit laughing.

borderline emo poetry? yes. now shut up.



hese words are slowly strangling me
a thousand things i never said
the things that were left unspoken
they slipped through my hands like water through a sieve


the streetlamps burn dimly in the back of my mind
their once-inviting aura now feels
stale
cold
and bruised


i'm in a chokehold .. if i stay this city will leave me
smothered.


i held you too close
and when i blinked
you vanished
like a fist when you open your hand.


these darkened streets are frail for all their concrete
they can barely sustain the weight of my efforts to keep from falling
and the way you said my name won't stop reverberating


winter is coming sooner than i expected.