truth to tell
(and only so) to you:
it breaks to imagine
me
holding
you. knowing
that is all
I wanted but never
the application reversed
(you
holding
me)
but came off
as rehearsed. I haven’t spoken because all
I would have (to say)
is nothing (at all).
much wanting to
tear my eyes apart,
to keep me),from seeing these things. years
and I’m still feeling,
of you saying,
“never going to be.”