in betweens,

i suppose i ask of you too much.as if my silence soothes the ambivalence we've come to. & too many times i've been left memorizing a photograph, a conversation we once had; its disheartening being this vulnerable. & while others scream naïve, too forgiving even i drown out tears raping lipstick stained pillowcases & cling to the memories we swear we'd never become; a bit hopeful.

[january 4, 2012]