untitled love vomit

I wrote you a love letter after I was blocked

A sonnet that ended in a whispered, “dot dot dot”

Serenaded you in a short walk to the car

Laid underneath you in a solo session in the dark

You continue each day in a world of your own

Led by a head that sparsely reaps what it’s sown

You sing to the voices who could hear, never to the ones who have heard

And it hurts