I’d like a coffee.
Which is strange,
because I don’t like coffee.
I don’t feel like myself today.

My handwriting is poor,
but the words I have to say
are rich with meaning and care.

Profundity is found
in the simple, everyday
occurrences that our
human brains apply
immense meaning to.

Loud head. Silent mouth.
Loud thoughts. Empty words.
Loud pain.
Screaming, deafening pain.
Numbness.

You spoke about constellations.
But you’re just a black hole.
You ripped me to pieces,
And swallowed me whole.
You were all-consuming,
And I was the starless night.
In the end, we now know,
Two voids don’t make a light.