moving on

You’ve got me inside your skin. An angelic hymn. Something you’ve always thought, wasn’t even him. Chances were slim, compressing. Destined mentions. Long windows of time. Blurred vision, double lines. I remember your face behind the curtains, blue as an inky sky. Faded starry nights, trying to find your self in deluded plans. And you lost me a million times, written by your own hands. How you curled an x into fleeting wings, a boy with an umbrella. Tell her. Whispered rippled letters, echoing gently into the wind. A smile on approach, a ripped cinnamon kiss.

Sometimes you were his. It’s a song I sing; trapped in the melodies of unwoken dreams. You’re my human that keeps me shipwrecked in endless seas. You were my sails before I was your seize. Wishing I could float away, ashes in a summer breeze. You cease to see me waiting on that beach. A creature of sleep, you’re the horizon now, too far for me to reach. What is this trick dipped in black magic trips. Petals wilt; what was once a rose, is now a child on concrete trying to stand on tipped toes. Holding out for love, a compromise that ebbs and flows. Bound by boundaries where I’m permitted to only scent your soul.

Notes on a page pencilled in ice: fingertips grip terror stained eyes, failure to protect my spirit from relying on third sight. Shredding my light, I don’t know what’s left. Except for a love that’s not right. Me by myself, and you with your pride.