And like an empty teacup,

You threw me into the trash

Once you drank all of mine

Till the stars vanish,

and the new sunshine

Kiss your cheeks;

As you push me aside,

And find someone more stable—

You're done with your teatime.

And now, I sometimes feel like writing everything

That I couldn't tell you—

Only to make you understand,

How it feels when you crumble

your favorite paper plane

and throw it into the pond,

And make a new one for you.

It's been a long time since I cried

In the bathroom; the hot shower

Easing my thoughts that have strained my muscles.

I wish you could have felt the poetry

In brushing your fingers against the warm teacup;

You lost things that came to you naturally,

You crumbled hearts that fluttered your heart once,

You lost chances that came as the wind.

Yet, I love you dearly.

You lost me. I lost you.

We didn't lose the wind between us.

You don't hear me crying;

I can't see you regretting it in your basement.

So I breathed this air deep—

Smoke, or oxygen, I don't care.

That's the only thing we still share.

The heat of the bathroom walls

is driving me crazy;

My head's insane in your thoughts.

I wish this hour would finish soon;

And the waste collector would recycle me—

A resurrected soul breathing fresh air,

Alone, facing the sky.