Ache punch

there is a sound that cuts through my mind

I can’t reach for the words

The rope that gets cut as the body falls from the stage

You ripped my cord out of the window

The window appeared fine

But it has an ache punch impression, imprinted

I’m afraid for the past rips

Tipsy without wine

Falling without the push

Fever without the sickness

Ache punch love and the way it feels is a sentence without any structure as it stretches and struggles to be understood

Is this really what love looks like

Gutting my insides as a pumpkin

Scraping for guts

I got guts

They just are lined too tight on my frame

Gut-punch-found

The terror is not the same cord that was ripped

You could’ve had me, yes you could’ve but you didn’t get me at the right time you needed so screw it, you’re done with me and I hurt you and now you hurt me

So

I am here

Feeling that old ache punch

Was it a deluded dream or a nightmare

That I could be happy?