She says it's perfect. I say I know.

Last night my clock went out
and i lost track of time
and myself
i hated myself
blinking numbers like the blinks of my eyes,
both the quantities are still absent to me.

last night
I got lost between my phone and my bed
so i caged my wrist to both
in attempts to not fly away
I caged them with barb wired flowers

last night
i prayed to make it home alive
God save me, I have so much left to say
so i replayed the song you once cooked to
like an angel in the dashboard

last night
i was so sad
about life and death and love and the life and death of love
cursed them all beneath rushing water
The leftover mumblings of which pollute my daily eloquence





Last night
I was so afraid.