my pen weighs a ton
heavier than my heart before it fell
its pieces thundering across the floor
vast, hollow, unmoving
blame wore my face
lived in my clothes and borrowed my voice
spun letters into webs to catch your ears
read palms, dealt tarot futures
I mistook preservation for mercy
pressed us between pages
where nothing could decay
except the living
did I immortalise you too soon?
cages full of our love, left outside
rattling hazy memories of us
shattering unwell delusions
freeze-framed, a ballerina in air
inevitably, everything falls