Chicken Noodle Soup for the Soul





when I see you I act


if forever is this table and never is that spoon

does chicken noodle soup for the soul actually kill you?

if forever is this table

would we be or would we shatter

“I don’t believe in forever” he says as he takes his seat

at the dinner

table your passions they are not welcome here

we are what we

eat your

fill your cup

half full of poison


half empty of hope





when I hear you I hear petals


falling in love


you love me


Or do I want you to fall


you love me not


I think you fell


you love me

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