on top of a capitulating mind
[always unsaid] : always lonely at night,
on the verge, the edge,
the brink of day.
always midnight,
never the month of may.

of disbelief and will-not-believe,
of maybe-lies and perhaps-lies
that i conceive.

with dreams that stretch, reach and seek for you
a mind that buckles under what you say [and do].
a tightening chest pressed under thoughts of you
your mistakes that i make, your holes which i fall into

day after day after day