The Quiet

The worst feelings come at day break,

when I wake to ice filling in my stomach.

Throughout the day,

I feel ugly and aged, swept by overwhelming tears

that come to me in waves.

When the evening comes again,

I move with anxious haste

to silence this loneliness

that stir within my wrists.

This heartache proves to be more powerful,

and I feel it all;

this void in my chest,

telling me I deserve this.

Left To Give


Beneath the shards of glass

stripped with fever and down to ash,

I ached to be your everything

when the sun collided against these walls.


In the quiet,

you were the loudest heart beat against my own.

As the moon took her rise,

she gently whispered;

” There’s nothing left to give. “

while her tears fell gently from the sky.