old.

what cruel wind

gave speed to your words

gave motion to the syllables

that spill from your lips?

they land on my ears

and enter in. 

refusing to fly back out

festering in my mind. 

eating a hollow hole within me. 

oh tell me darling

were they your words or mine?

your voice spoke them

but my mind repeats them

encirling myself in a neverending cycle of

worthlessness.

and it’s sick. 

pathetic even. 

i am not who i thought it was

my identity is not in you

it’s in me .

but somewhere in the mixup

i think it’s gotten lost

in between who i am

and who i thought i was with you.