It seemed to big to run.

Your sadness
blossomed
behind rain infested
windows.

Hearing mundane voices
accompanied by
amber lit cigarettes.

Gathered bunches
of kleenex.
Crumpled pieces
of paper.

Words made
into sentences
still left me
with nothing.

life is a trap.

We all experience life
through our ears
my life is a trap.

fires.

A fire burns
inside my stomach lining walls
urning for something more
living up to
whatever it is
I thought I wanted.

Times
memories
thoughts
keep changing.

Assumptions of who
I thought
you were
are fading away.

Time clocks
are ticking
yet we are
standing still.

Staring at the walls
drinking alcohol
to forget
to re hatch
the truths
buried within.

listen.

Sincere closed lips
opened up.
Unzipped.
With tall tale stories
of broken, worn out, dreams.

That played out like mazes
on the back of cardboard boxes.
Twisting and turning
throughout minds,
mind game facets.