scripts
because that’s the only way to breathe
because language puts pain at ease
at least just for a little while
our story grows stale
the texture of it disconcerting
and the fabrics of the space between us becomes gritty
when it shouldn’t be
i thought we had closure
had imagined a hundred different ways of this ending badly
all convincing enough for me to believe in
i thought i had ripped out unfinished scripts
and drew universes
around the ink blotches that look like black holes
where my pen had stalled, dripped and shivered
had drawn stars on top of tear stains
and unleashed us from the chains
told myself i’m happy that it’s over before it begins
But the cage is still here and I sing on
No watch guards around
You held me captive still in paper mache walls
with your hesitance
and your infinite, dizzying tolerance
and i stand here still, my words come out raw
because that’s the only way to breathe
only way to fall