fuck you for failing me
oh strangling tethers of my heart;
grasping for what's missing
as my lungs starve and crumble.
no more chances at growing old together,
of holding wrinkled hands
in the blinding brilliance of the sun
as it crests into our view.
this image floods into my thoughts
like the napalm of old mistakes;
the bitter and illogical musings of an emotionally turbulent man
stuck between his mind and his affections.