The sun breaks through,
another night and I have dreamt of you
now I'm not so sure--
of the shape of your face, your voice
a heartbeat underwater
your body
a frankenstein
stitched loosely with memories
of closeness
when the brain unclenches
its invisible fist
slowly, in defeat
all I have is my imagination
and a better girl
is fixing you now
- the sun breaks through, and this time last year, I was in love with you.
YOU ARE READING
drafts of yesterday
PuisiA collection of poems // "I'm nothing but shambles and the words I can't write."
