dusty mortar
you dont know me at all
how did it all change?
feathered words became sharpened knifes
our hubris warp from full to new
just as the moon's eternal tempest
my imperfect love became incomplete and indifferent
how did it all end?
your sorrowed silence spoke volumes
i couldn't hear
the cry of our bonds
snapping like an old friendship bracelet
under the stress of a new world
how did it all grow?
from our solid lows to your temporary high
i watched you as you flew into the sky, far far away
like a balloon and a child
all the balloon wants is freedom
and all I wanted was your presence
perhaps you never will
understand the deep shades of
purple, blue, and green
that swirl my mind as a nexus
my poetic depression, my prideful function
i try to be your friend but you
you only know someone who doesn't exist
you search for a stereotype that you've made to be me
why must it be me?
you say you love me
but maybe
you just don't know me at all.
finite urchin
sly kestrel