you are not the one. i am.

is it you.

in these uncertain times

what are you certain about.

you can tear me down

but know that my roots run deep.

(that once enamoured me)

oh. how you have lost that glow.

i scream your name.

into the darkness

into your absence.

this i am grateful for.

to be comfortable in one another’s skin.

yet my pouring heart was not enough.

and i wrote pages and pages

of you

shattered glass.

he lives in a glass house

but throws stones anyway.

and so she wrote.

she knew she had to let go.

she knew how to.

she just did not want to.