Red Flags

red flags

tell me when you feel something

the tick, the prick, the stab

a point sharpened by contempt, by regret 

from all that we’ve held back

empty spaces from words left unsaid

while poison seeps into our wounds

synergistic opprobrium

untethered, unbound, unchained

melodies of the songs we sang

but now they’re quiet,

the measures lost beneath 

the strength of our silence

the weight used to crush me

but now i can’t feel it

at all