9.28.2014

it's
head on door
shallow breath
dead armed
you just left
despair.

it's
i love you
and
you love me
and
i'll call you
sometime
this week
despair.


it's
texts about
benches
peaches
songs
poems
ducatis
fxrs
birthdays
daughters
curly blond hair
and
gold star
despair.

it's
everything
and
nothing.

you're
everything
and
nothing.

and

i'm here
behind this door
unable to move.