with and without

you

all the time

exposes me, cracks my shell

to gaze at my fried mind

see i’m selfish

helpless

can’t get anywhere on time

 

        down the line when my

   stuck frozen, clinging like

you’ve been stolen

      right out of my bed

routine makes me claustrophobic 

 

i’m hoping

we catch up in time

       but

the ceilings are much too high

the ground is washed out

     slipped from my palms is pride

and a question:

        will i ever be enough?

the water which wells my will

to live

     runs

          dry
why?