Charles Edward York

Fine When Falling Apart

 

 

You check off my sentiments

As if they are expected

Unexceptional

And then walk away

Inconveniently

So I feel out of orbit

Unimportant

A foreign object

On your lips.

 

So I keep walking by myself

Fine when falling apart

Smiling

Yet sadly straining

Beneath the gravity of

Distracting priorities

Abandoned

For other smiles

And alluring favorites.

 

Walking off the cliff seems

Inviting since my feelings

Get tossed over

Crashing on rocks

Breaking me in two

Times a million tears

Imitating rain

Drenching me through

In private agony.

 

Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York

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