Shouts and Murmurs (or whatever is literary)

the sound of

water running

dread at pretending

to be asleep in bed

how you know

you've settled

it's not 'love'

when you've made your bed

when you can hear

the clock ticking instead

of your heart strings

straining against your chest

the murmurs of a

poorly executed daydream

a paradise in suburban autumn

cries to go back to urban culture

where he is waiting

patiently

(how you know it's a fallacy)

in reality

pillowcases stained

with eyeliner

you wore for someone

who doesn't

make your heart flutter

why is it that i

find holiness

in men

who make me

hear

yesterday

at my bedside