Night & Day

part eighteen (day)

Your blouses

are getting bigger

and softer

turning into sweaters

That could hold two of you

Your eyes

are getting darker

deeper

Grey lines digging

oh how much do you sleep?

Your hands

are tightening

aorund themselves

like a black hole

as your nails digs deeper

for the truth of your pain

And I ?

I watch it all

see you get tiner

see you get greyer

see you spiral inwards

I see it all locked inside

of a cage you put me in

when you no longer

whished me at your side

...

a/n: so one of my favorites