to want to shine,
in spite of being tired,
and sometimes
temperamental.
this is a weird day.
no poem will do.
But, I used to make the day seem dead,
but today killed itself last night.
in the space that I
sabotage myself
I let myself down.
every single
goddamn day.
how was your halloween?
because this Brooklyn Bridge
and beyond,
behind heart burn
lies hearts.
I find that
the space between days
where we sleep and dream
is the only time I have.
I let myself down.