"things will never grow the same"

I have only one piece that I like right now. It's called "Things Will Never Grow the Same", because they won't. (Blushing); Here it is:

things will never grow the same

The strong arms and

Dancing feet dissolve into

Empty half smiles,

Hollow promises.

Whiskey kisses are sticky,

Stale donuts.

Glazed eyes.

Don't you remember

Rainy windows and

Quiet movies,

Blinking the things

The silence couldn't say.

The kind of movies that have

Endings that say lies.

Don’t you remember the

Lies you told.

Finding melted chap stick

In your back pocket.

That was my favorite chap stick.

Burnt corks, burnt cookies,

Burnt sincerity.

Burned, slashed –

An inferno of

Nothingness.

Cowardly words

Piled into mounds of

Inkless pens.

The it's not me,

It's you sort of thing

Is what I meant.

No time for doubt.

No time for you.

Can't tell the time because

The hands are still.

Things will never grow the same.

recreating this blaaaahhg, yet again.

So, hi. I'm recreating this space as a place for me to post my "in-progress". Today, I feel like sharing is caring. Last night - it was very late - I decided I'm going to write a collection of things. It might be called Breakup Breakdown: Hypothetical Emotional Responses to You.