[and an old one, too, from 2009]
all the words i’d like to say
have fallen between the lines.
all the tears you shed are now
salt on the desert land of my heart.
there’s no sympathy:
only your reaching hand as i walk away.
the flavour of this dark night lays on my lips.
i turned my back on you long before this day,
long before i woke up after dreaming of flowers
and tasting bright dead stars;
long before i longed for your touch
to calm down the monsters on my mind;
before drowning the little girl i used to be
in the swamp of my innocence;
before believing in unhappy endings
and sinking in my putrid hopes:
i gave up on you the moment i loved you.