one of mine

January 28, 2009


[ image credit: feel free ]

you gave her more/it was already beautiful

there’s no suggestion
the way your broken glance
spills her heart across the floor
slipping in inconsistencies
keeps her locked in backward past
let her tell you she never meant to
confabulate reality just to bring (keep) you in
but still: perhaps you pinned her right
she is not the river that runs through her
she is not the dreams that keep her bound
she is not the crumbling walls she built
that no longer offer shelter
what she is is transparant and undefinable
she is, quite simply,
adrift and wandering bewilderment

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