swallow then halo

when you know you're 

going to break one's heart &

it's going to be soon & 

it's not going to be pretty, 

but still you do 

do 

do, 

hoping to become undone

because there's no such 

thing as whole: 

just hole. 

Every time I read one of my writings I feel pathetic and it doesn't surprise me that it took me so long to realise why. It's because I write about pathetic people: me and my deepest other selves.