love
is a temporary
completion
before life
breaks us anew
changing a
fevered embrace
into fresh wounds
as we struggle
with the pain
bottled up
behind our
fleeting smiles

i fear i am
too worn down
no longer capable
of finishing
the puzzle
just an edge
far removed from
the glorious center

more likely
the piece which
slipped beneath
the sofa
one onethousandth
of what i wanted
to be

electrifed jello
soaked in chemicals
and we yearn for a
normality which
doesn’t exist on
a world where we
don’t even see
colors the same