its easy to sigh

there is this place, where i kill everything i love, i hate the way i breath when i say your name, i will make you hate me someday.

The creaking floor board
Space under its
Obvious way of reminding you
That you can’t   pretend
That broken is
Not With     you

All shined up and polished
Broken mirror
Reflecting
That little boy that
Still looks back
That is still scared of
Holding his breath to long

With shaking hands and broken blood vessels
       Pouring out a badly    built
Use
To
All the things I could never be

                                     It’s easy to sigh….