The Prelude

Everything feels like it's falling,
not into place,
just falling
without ever hitting the ground.

Last night I dreampt of you,
it's the only thing I know how to do.
Because these feelings aren't welcome when I'm awake.
This smile is fake.

A car crash is preferable
when you've been waiting years
to hit the ground. Have you heard
my heart beat more softly
as time goes on
and on?

Hope has become my enemy throughout the years;
having me constantly gasping for breath
while I'm lying on the ground after the chains
on the swing snaps once again.

I refuse to let bitterness become my friend,
and so I still cling to hope
even after he betrays me
over
and over again.

My only true companion is language;
always desperately trying to carry the weight
I infuse into his words.

Tell me you don't love me, please,
so that I can walk away and lie down and sleep.
All I ever wanted before love was peace.

K.G.

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