will this ever get better?
will the pounding beneath
my cold wrists ever cease,
only to be replaced by the
subtle tickling of lavender
waking up something within
my nightmares, something
i’d never thought i’ll ever miss?
will you be there to take me away
or will i just take you as you are
and hold on still until the briers
clear to invigorated reveries and
you start smiling in a different way?
will these questions follow up?
twisting like redwood branches
around my throat, between my
feet, autumn draws near and i
fear i may clip out and fall down
like the leaves children step on
like the collapsing bridges i burned
while i’m on the brink of crossing it
will you tell these thoughts to stop?
my tongue is bitter dirt and i only
wish to bury myself before there’s
nothing left but a lone goodbye,
hanging in the air and setting me free.