you turned your selfish
grey sheets away and
plagued the walls
with dirt and stories
instead; i rather lay here
than lie with you.
i learned to forgive my
unstructured spine to let
it stream away with
my last tears of the first
time we danced under
the skyline of us.
we nurtured the library walls
as they whispered identity
and lyrics; storms and
bravery.
from that day forward i
behold this treasure of
warm slanted eyes and
copper filled magic.
keep me until i tell
you i want more.
than let me go into
the rain that dropped
this few moments
ago
