vows,

there goes a birthday cake
leftover on the table.
another unwashed plate
nicotine stains the walls,
and she would rather envelop on the couch to dream.
a kiss to forget your shadows
someone left behind their mind.
only panic in the dark room,
where an armor of dissent wallows.
the shattering of plates over his head,
and the last Christmas picture to send out to friends.

one take,
bad smile.
two take,
i blinked.
three take,
battery died.
and i knew i should have never vowed to make a family.

silhouettes of our imagination hang and i develop snap shots of our goodbye.