Imbalanced Boundaries

The extent to which I miss you
really is astounding.
For how volatile we were,
the issue is confounding.
I cannot breathe any time
that I remember you,
which is when I am simply “being”.
I went crazy, maybe
its called a break-down?
I found my lowest point of self.
When it rains, it pours,
then the faucet breaks,
creating unending torrents–
even gods can make mistakes.
Perhaps, crazy is too overused,
I lost my sense of motion,
imbalancing my boundaries.
I ingested my relationship
with the hopeful view of fixing it.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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