threadbare

we were happy for such an insignificant amount of time in the loom of time
one missed knot will not unmake a blanket.
...a pulled thread however...

for the nights that you can't remember
I refused to whisper goodnight
I love you,
it fell on dead ears and
seemed so fake
so false
after I went down the stairs
love became a joke
I'll take the punchline to the grave

I wouldn't give you the time of day
I put more thought into my gifts than that

the bus is making fountain pop sounds
I hope they have diet

there is a playful piece of darkness who plays tag with my peripherals in the parking lot