i still wait here-
with images of what i think
i should want.
they always seem one-sided
and melodramatic.
pieces of hair
from a cut
that i can't seem to remember
never mind the photo that proves i was there.

logic dances beside me
and i know i should be forced to listen
but your words, though present, are hollow
and my interest lies elsewhere.

does that edge cut at you?
it wasn't intentional. something a bit sagittarius,
if i'm able to blame it on the stars.

it is not i who thinks
you are the one for me.
i wouldn't ever want to bear that cross
nor trudge up that hill
in a self-righteous misery.

yes, you lost your way when you loved me
but i never asked for your teeth
and blood-
nor did i demand any path of your veins
i can love myself either way
and don't have the need
to wash my hair
in the essence of someone else's hopes
even if you're already bathing me in you dreams-
i'm just not that sort of gurl