book of poems

gutter

lately i've found that loneliness and i are not the fondest of each other
it's quite upsetting when everything seems to make you feel trapped in a flooded gutter
drowning in a swarm of my detrimental thoughts
trying to breathe, but now it fucking talks
i listen closely, as it leans into me
"he's moving on as we speak,
but you'll still allow the sound of his laugh to turn you weak."
i open my mouth,
but all that can manage to come out seems to be a silenced shout.
it leans in closer, "a lot can happen in thirty six minutes."
i try once again, but all is heard are crickets
i manage to grip my hands on the sides,
but are then peeled off by his lies.
'I love you' and 'you're beautiful' begin to caress my mind
while 'i'm never leaving' stabs me from behind
while begging for air
i see him standing there.
but in the blink of an eye,
he left without saying goodbye.
the lies finish their feast
and the cycle repeats..