Crevices

The things you were so certain of

They fall apart beneath your touch

Forgiven and forgotten,

Maybe I, maybe I just knew too much

But however little I had known wouldn't have changed a single thing

And I lay here hoping, wandering alone, awaiting

For something more for another word

For all the words you once birthed were only empty crevices

That I fell into, like a trap succeeding

They pulled me down so deep so deep

Gravity has since gotten ahold of me