like cursing ivy and looping ends...

 dissapointment is hollow and sandy

jagged upon the heart

it feels hateful.

for all that you give

everything curls back

and so how can the heart

not become heavy in it's hollow?

she wants to trace new dawns

breathe upwards 

into new cycles

and beyond

and the patterns of yesteryear

still,

like cursing ivy

and looping ends.