you broke me
as easily
as a pane of wilted glass
i was to 
be believed
concrete cemented at last

you hollowed me
i’m an empty shell
of the romance of my past

i can’t sleep at night
i can’t yell your name
i can’t disgrace your lips with my face

so i sit at home
hot-summered bones
with monochromed feelings—what i used to know

could i know you more
or is this it?
i’m so sorry for my bullshit

you broke me
as easily
as a pane of wilted glass
now i’m pained and wilting fast