Oh sweet divorce, lay down the season and we'll try to sleep.

Our year began at summer's end, the night i tasted karma on your skin.

You left more than a mark with your teeth, with your conversations,

When together we washed up on the beach under the constellations.

I built this place for you to reside under broken ribs.

I met you for the first time when i learned to read your eyes.

They seemed to say it all, bittersweet and beautiful, "this means nothing to me."

And i spoke to soon.

And i cut my tongue on those fragile words that were false from the start.