untitled again

it's a poem that's got no title again

I can't seem to think that far

ahead

there's too much to consider

like what'll it be about?

what sort of words will stay there?

what does it even mean?

what few words can I use

to distill these chopped up lines into a story

how can I put "i loved him and

he loved me and then he didn't love me

and then I cried until I couldn't and felt

like I was going to die" (more or less)

into two or three or four words

it's silly and I don't feel like thinking 

so later, I will think it over later

when I am stronger and better

and ready for all the thoughts to shatter

and fall through the ceiling like stones

in a landslide onto my shoulders.

For now, untitled is good enough.