tender spots
in my brain
where the pain
                      seeps in.

they lie in a rut
for a few hours
then come out saying i'm happy            i'm fuckin ecstatic
                                          and then back down again.

why is this happening?
     is it for some greater good?
i don't want to go there tomorrow and see blankness in his eyes.
for some reason i want him hurting too.
i don't know why,
    i don't know why.

and tears come
              to my eyes
                     at      scattered       moments.
we're in the same boat,    she says
    it's break up city,
break up season.

january go away.

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