and then out the door, singing at the top of your lungs.

I'm sorry I can't explain it like that one day.

You soak into my bones every time we talk.

Awkward and adoring, we look away at each glance.

You repulse me with your skin and wet eyes.

And I swear I couldn't have moved even if you hadn't been dead.

I swear I couldn't.

time?

And in that one moment of realization,

poetry creeps back in.

Settling into a familiar haunt, the heart.

You're not much of anything anymore to me, I guess.

I wonder where all that love went.

It's long gone, sucked from every pore.

Skin cracked. Lips chapped.

Dry.

the same old skin

The seasons beat in my veins.

Each one requesting dominance, shuffling aside personalities and dreams.

Summer pulses in my joints and memories, a sickly sweet tune to live by.

My skin stretches and sags over an undefinable person.

Thoughts have no connection to each other as they drip down my nose,

unexplainable, unreliable, unexplored.

Fear of the unknown keeps me cornered.

dust

We lie so beautifully.

I can't even tell the difference anymore.

Every eye, lust driven, sin drenched,

Is focused on you.

I don't know who I am when I am with you.

How would I know who I am without?