Insincerity As An Artform

it’s been a long time since
i felt the rain upon my head. a moment in seperation
the foreground dont seem so bright these angels in my head
are in between the shadow and
the light. were my arms to short to ransom you from
broken skin and black and
blue unstitch your eyes so you could read this
forever. dead and broken
and im backwards turned
to love my heart in a box
i’d send to you for a sky
held up by stars. it’s
been a long time since i felt the rain upon my head
your varying degrees of grayness tugging the
deepest of heartstrings.