the unsettling sound ceramic plates make when they come into contact with each other
when i was small i held your hand and I remember when you tried to pry away the reaching heart cannot fathom why tectonic plates are determined to stray now i go with boys who do not care much they remind me of you sometimes, when all my words fall upon deaf ears, and their touch is frigid, absentmindedly it crawls to predictable places that feel so predictably desperate for one who says he will return and means it. old glow anticipates new versions that i knew before they walked in the door. smile deceives It says "maybe it's time for you to leave"