life fractured 

in split decisions, 

regret forming 

in tepid hands,

that shake with a will

they cannot control —

so precarious are

our choices

to be together or


perhaps it’s possible

to love enough 

not to see an end,

fooled by the 

warmth in our chests;

we believe in 

never ending stories,

in people

that never leave. 

unable to foresee wild hearts

breaking loose

from their confines -- 

the life of resignation 

we unknowingly signed. 

Foolishly, I fear

the unmet potential

facing back in the mirror,

all the beautiful little accidents

that make a life so perfectly 


pieces of girl