it's hard to understand somebody who doesn't want to understand himself
though we all return to dust
there's a lot of us
in a terrible rush
her words twist with the sheen
of the daggers in between
and the sharpness of mistrust
is the reason that she bleeds
the quiet evening rain
leaves a rust colored stain
seeping through the day
eroding her away
pit pats of tiny paws
on the cool tile floors
bring playfulness
to this place of shadows
where sunlight bends
in oddly shaped fractals
to avoid being seen
through the swirls of evaporating green
the sweetness
of orange sherbet innocence
becomes the bitter tang
of blood orange sorbet
as the tangled years slip
through her tired fingertips
leaving the patterned lines
of crows dancing around her eyes
beginning to believe in
the disappearing nature of the people we have been
we have begun
to change
into the worst kind of people
so unkind
oh apologies
no apologies
this apology doesn't describe
the way it feels
to feel
for you
waiting here for you
wanting to tell you
how i find myself slowly disappearing, too
just the way you do
i thought if i told you
you might want
to help me to remain
with you
not that it would surprise me at all if you just found her randomly when i was watching her videos last night.