blank.

i hate you because despite the fact that you betrayed me to her
and lost yourself in things you knew would destroy us,

i'm still here alone writing words I'll never be able to show to you.

you don't come around anymore;
afternoons spent lying in bed doing nothing, with one heartbeat,
aren't good enough to occupy your time these days.

i'm so weak and brittle that if you made an effort ever again,
you'd probably break me in two.

someone untie my hands,
i can't keep this charade up much longer
and my wrists are starting to
bruise.