i am a square. a small plastic bag. filled halfway.
temporary. and then
im gone. empty. finished. nothing left. no hunger. no
feelings.'just empty.
it never lasts. its never worth it. i dont feel better. and
i know it
everytime. its the same i promise just tonight every night.

and every night he holds me and i believe him. because i
know
he wants to believe himself. but the next day the feelings
gone and what else do we know. we dont know how to feel.
we dont know anything but a douchebag  in a car taking
all the money we dont have. its like we live the same day
everyday. every night im empty  and so is the bag
and so are our wallets. and so are your words.
empty. meaningless. but i cant let you sink alone.
ive tied my ankles with rocks and im sinking to the bottom
with you. because thats what love is. were the fucking
titanic.
and theres no life jackets to help us resurface.
together we sink.