Low Point

My stomach is telling me we’re at one.

Just a mess

Ever been so upset you can’t cry because

Everything about you would collapse

And you have three jobs so you just

Focus on that while you write

Weird little poems in your truck

With your thumbs channeling your heart strings

Why can’t I find love when

Love is all I am?

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