better off broken.

i.
don’t bother going through your motions.
nothing that makes sense
ever works out.

ii.
last night i fell asleep thinking about you,
but today i thought about handsewing
and job applications
and peppermints.
are you slipping away?
am i slipping away?
are we slipping away?

iii.
i’m not going to bring it up.
i don’t want to talk about all the things we didn’t say.
i just want everything to be the way it used to.
but maybe it won’t.
maybe it won’t.
but i’m not going to make you talk about it.
so we won’t.
we won’t.

iv.
maybe we’ll forget about it.
maybe we’ll pretend nothing ever happened.
because if we don’t, we might
have to hurt. we might
have to talk about it. we might
have to deal with emotions, with
our world turned upside down.
our snowglobe
shaken.

v.
what you ignore is priceless to me.

vi.
if there’s one thing ricky taught me
(and it’s possible there’s not),
it’s that sometimes:
love is not enough.
love is not enough.

vii.
today i looked at my hand-blown glass,
and i realized how beautiful it would look smashed on my floor.
maybe we look better broken too.

viii.
spinning, and spinning.
do you believe in what you want?