in sink was full of dirty dishes
half-baked lies and burnt kisses
embroidered aprons don’t say
i love you, they can’t, never will
push me into the dirt
shelter me from myself
oh you. you are dishonest
because you said you’d never go.
but words are stars that
set with the romantic nights
and burn away in some other sky
while the sun bleeds the true out
if i had a hammer, i could stop time
and wrap this moment up
too tight. too pretty. with a bow.
you would like that.
and i would throw it into the deep
into the place where even you
even you couldn’t go
even you wouldn’t dare
and then maybe you would drown.
and then maybe i could breathe.
and then maybe you would be forgiven.
and then maybe i could see.
but i have no hammer, all empty hands
they move incessantly forward still
never stopping, never crying,
never believing that this will end.
