all threads will fray

my friend ended it
ripped up their life
like a rejected contract
and their clothes, thriftily
were hung up
on facebook

i inherited a pair of red shorts
and I wore them every week
gave them a new life
the static fibres bristling on my skin
i walked, ran and trained in them
i loved them

but the threads still frayed
coz that's how it goes
all the things that hold us together
that connect us
wear thin

it can happen
as sudden tragic tear
or the slow fading into distant obscurity
but we all eventually wear

i naively think
i've come to terms
with entropy's arrow
and my own decomposition

because

what else are we supposed to do?

I love you so much I accept with open eyes the pain of losing you

omg, I just remembered
you're my best friend
and you're the one of my life
and we make each other so happy
and we're going to be together forever
unless one of us dies
which is going to happen
which is so shit
I just remembered

cardiogrammar

instead of a kiss-o-gram,
perhaps a cardiogram?
my heart, written out
as stuttering toothed calligraphy, worn
on a slip of sleeve
for you to hold
and fold
up in your chest
pocket, where it maps
the gone-but-not-forgotten
beats of my excited muscle
that promised, in its time
dilating, diastolic way
to stay, to stay