It'll all come out in the wash
Maybe I'll lose a sock in the dryer
But find a forgotten $5 in the pocket of last week's pants

Thank you
For picking up the pieces
So gently
You handled them with such care
Avoiding even the smallest lacerations
From the sharpest fragments

Polluted society
Littered with remnants of thought thrown away
A dense smog of cognitive bias
Forces a population to buckle
Falling into fallacy
Choking out the strays
Penetrating their brains
With phallicly seeded messages of submission

Your love was fingers combing through my hair
Leaving a rats nest for me to brush out later
Your fingers delicately brushing through me
Strand by strand

"What are you afraid of losing, when nothing in the world actually belongs to you?" - Marcus Aurelius

1 day
You'll come 2 me
At 3 a.m.

Wondering what must have happened
4 us to end up like this

5, 6, 7 days later
When the guilt has your stomach 8
You'll realize late at 9t
You put us back to 0

If the world could stop turning
I just need a minute
A second chance
For a few more of hour moments
A few more days
A few weeks to build strength

If the world could just stop turning
For one moment
Maybe I could catch up

You have a way
Of making me cry
From
Laughing so hard my stomach hurts
Of making me at a loss for words

It's a funny thing
I just have to laugh at