Might As Well

I am walking in dreaming heartache
simple embraces could crumble I.
How do we bring our sorrow out
with dreams you push so deep.
Where do we find catharsis.
In all my wonderings I never had
so clear the shadow of desire
I push my palms against cold stone
fingers white and taut burning numb.

Words in everyway pound my chest
The spatial linear index of margins
the highlighted nothingness in photos.
And how I know in every letter
I am lying of what I only thought
was real and warm and filling.