What is heartbreak if not confusion.
It’s you and me indeed.
It’s a soft sob against a running shower at 7 in the evening,
Hair all over the face and a blurred memory.
It is all my friends waiting for me to answer the calls
and me hanging up on the only people who really seem to care.
Its isolation. Its sleeping early.
Or not sleeping at all.
It’s the constant fight of wanting to try again and
Wanting to just let it be and wanting to run away.
Its me in pieces, in a shower,
Watching all of me, bit by bit, go into the drain.
Its losing oneself to the memory and never returning again.