falling is a circle

suppose you had chosen to dive
headfirst into the vacuum
made of his silence
cushioning the fall with
all the reasons you love yourself
until he decides to take them
for himself
his promises never staying long enough for a full moon
whittling away your words
dragging your voice through the water
leaving you empty-handed, weighing like the morning after
a vivid dream
him kissing you, you waking up
melting honey in your mouth
so you become too afraid to turn off the lamp
fill every hollow with light, down to your collarbones
watch sunsets become sunrises
over and over
there are things you still can’t talk about
like the daddy issues you don’t know you have
how you are still waiting to be saved
the hospital doors open
but it is him
you hold out for