i don’t want your silver lining
or your silverware
or your sliver of a sigh
siphoning sullied silence
i don’t want to hear a sentence
that starts with “at least.”
trust me, i know what it is
to feel at least.
to feel, at least.
i don’t want you to whimper with worry
that you whispered the wrong words
i don’t anticipate your acceptance
or assurance of annulled annotations
my wings are broken,
and they were torn the moment that
she used hers to fly away.
we were one and the same
we are one and the same
