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inside i'm falling apart
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except no one would know
by how wide my smile is
as i greet normal people on this
seemingly normal day
no one would know that
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inside i'm falling apart
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because witty conversation
and dead eyes don't mix
so i avoid eye contact to hide the fact that
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inside i'm falling apart
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from having held the world,
his world,
together by threads and thrusts
and reassurance and understanding
and yet,
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inside i'm falling apart
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so far apart that i fear ever
coming back together again.
- sasha hinds -
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