don't think you can cut me- kiss me- break me
and make me whole again- you don't hold that magic,
though i know you think so- others have let you keep that light-
let you understand them and their colors-
but don't squeeze too tight- i'm not like that-
have already walked away and left a trail of blood---of my own doing.
i didn't want to disappoint you so i did anyway-
may as well get the obvious out of the way and get on to loving you-
which i did. passionately. through the whispers of the night. and i'll never
let go of that-
never let go like a falling leaf- frail and victim to winter-
guess the season's changed again- there's no more warmth in this inn-
no music left in the cabin- and silence
was never a good pretender for someone who has no will to dance.
let it rain.
you won't drown me- you can try- but i'll just end up wet and gone out
of the game days earlier- into moments and shadows
that you'll question and wonder if you ever had.

-a.