Motivation i crave you
because you are what i
do not have. despite the lack
of your presence within me,
you choose to surround me.
they ask me why i am

not motivated. unfortunately,
i do not have an answer except
that when i am alone i am
empty. you, motivation, wrap your
filthy teasing hands around my throat
and suffocate me so why don’t you
tell me: Why aren’t i motivated?

some say to look in the
mirror. look at yourself and
tell yourself you are beautiful
and motivated.
but what will we become when

the mirror breaks?
will our motivation shatter and cut our
skin as well as the broken glass
that surrounds us on the floor
and reflects a million different images of
you but which one is really you?

that person that was you got taken
from you in the darkest hour but sometimes
you find her shadow, breathless, worthless, in the
very same arms you lost her in.
yours.
Motivation
i miss you.