Versus You Broke
I stare at your photograph,
a bird's eye view of you.
You follow my every move
with those dizzying bedroom eyes.
I watch them close
as they explode.
You're blue in the face my dear.
An expression so blank, so low.
You can tell me what's haunting you.
I'm afraid you were born afraid.
You took my soul.
I kiss your feet.
So broke and I'm not saving you.
You break every day the same way.
So close I can almost taste you.
You close the box of memories