what once
seemed like love
in hindsight becomes
an astounding type of idiocy -
it takes two rare idiots
to do to each other
what we did
vocal cords
paralyzed, woke up
soundlessly screaming
throat raw,
burning; your ghost
shredding my sleep still
you were only reading
in an empty house you used
to visit, a house I once lived in
and yet I woke up
silently screaming, the
sight of you unbearable still
as memories burn into ashes
all around
the world begins to bloom