It’s as if my emotions have blurred

Into the lines, you’ve touched

By your untitled waters


Every stain on my tongue

Now consumes freckles of nothingness

Spends the nights awake, talking to the void

About the deadly wounds, I crown in my mouth


A grey red color overlays the shaft of time

Wrongfully gifting it to the chosen insets

Where I belong and you do not belong to

A crusade for a loss too heavy it drowns itself


I am such a branch, that sometimes

I let myself down


And, I might be growing wrong

Into these green grasses that hold teeth

Windows of yellow that open then now buttoned

These backs and fronts have unloaded me

Oh! Precious one, aren’t you blue enough?