disproportionate

this love is disproportionate
give me more of you
leave me more
of me

joy

I did not see

this joy coming

it covered its tracks well –

dreadful timing

unwarranted absences

sudden withdrawals

selfish silences

drunken delusions

this messy trail of clothes

you watching me, silently

folding them

smiling.

slow burn - III

how will my heart

let go of you –

who will tell it to?

I dare not listen to

this fearful tattoo

it now beats

one day it will hear of you

loving someone else

break again all at once

for now let it hold on to you

and break slowly

every day