Fainting Goat

Your eyes are dark like midnight, filled with millions of tiny stars

and I don't know what to say to you, what to do

because when I see you,

my

heart 

breaks,

not in two but in so many scattered pieces,

It was a cold Tuesday morning in October. The warm and well light ambiance of the diner with soft chatter in the background of their conversation made it hard for her to accentuate her disdain.

Uninspired to write

To work

To eat

To sleep

To take care of myself

To try

To help

To learn

To create

To clean

To do anything except sit front of a screen.