the coffee
ended up being
the second most
bitter taste
after waking
from a dream
where all of
the things she
said were true
not another case
of someone saying
what you want to
hear rather than
sowing honesty
in the salty
seas of fallen hope

she returned all
the i love yous
she deftly dodged
by wrapping razor
wire in empty
promises around
my captive heart
which allowed me
to bleed out even
faster as i gave
all of myself to
the illusion of us
slowly eroding in
the sullen dawn breaking

now my hollowed
out corpse serves
as her vessel on
the low tides where
soul shatter only
leads lost ships
to the coral beds
sunken graveyards
in kelp fields swaying
on the currents of
her bored heartbeat
where mossy skeletons
with empty sockets
stare captively
in the darkness
where happiness is
the silt in which we sink