This Black Hole

When you appeared on my doorstep,

I was eating cereal with no milk.

Surely, I could fit all my worries inside a bathtub.

Even when I wished I could.

Took all day to stack daydreams all over the carpet.

Now there is broken glass everywhere.

Days fall into each other.

Some nights, I wake up with a black hole in my chest.

Let it be home for a mouse to crawl inside of. 

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[John the Baptist]

Love is a many splintered thing.