[i]loneliness[/i]

it was dusk when i told you
i was sad
that i was a cracked china plate
and i was sick of running away
that my thoughts were looming black clouds 
and my head was filled with unsent emails
and texts that i wanted to send at 3am
when i was alone and needed an end
- you told me
your anxieties were like water
overflowing the sink
i told you i was on the brink of collapse
that maybe i would have done it that night
(and we both knew what night i meant)
and that maybe it would have been over
and you would have some other broken girl
picking up her pieces 
i was porcelain dust