day 5: im bad with messes

sometimes i sit and stare down the ocean

pretend i can reach california shorelines and stretch my palms toward it

and pray

pray that these fingertips do not fray while trying to hold on to you

enough has been broken

enough has been torn

i hope i find my home in less enough pieces to cary in my pocket

and your heart somewhere near the ashes of it all

we can rebuild together if you want

i wrote you a haiku the other day but was to afraid to say anything about it

so i tattooed it to my heart hoping its beat would turn to morse code and you'd know the meaning:

fractured, broken, hearts

my own hands are red with blood

im bad with messes

i love u