sonnet 1

I ate nothing but broken glass for weeks

what are these words I've tangled in my spine

I swore I was to leave you all behind

got shards of porcelain stuck between my teeth

you'll never know the whispers my palms keep

of days our hands were always intertwined

of days we thought I'd always call you mine

someday I'll have the truth someday I'll weep

but maybe I don't really wish to learn

the bottle's always sweeter than the beer

you always fall asleep before I do

I watch as like a wave you toss and turn

I wait to see you slowly disappear

someday I'll melt away like morning dew