I remember when I thought you might really be mine. We were chasing the last tolerable moments before the storm wrapped itself around us. Seagulls swarmed above our heads and I thought they would surely take you from me. Foaming waves crashed against our feet and I tried desperately to anchor myself to you.
I felt like something of a stray that you had picked up- your good deed.
Maybe the snow melted my armor. Maybe the rush of it all left me temporarily unable to worry myself inside out. I took off my coat and my defenses and laughed my head off running through the freezing sand still keeping up with you somehow.
Now I just want to live, forever yours, in a tiny snow globe of our storm.
Your arms are crawling with thorns. You snarled me in & spit me out Within a year that felt like a fever dream.
Love or whatever it was came through like a train without breaks or direction.
Your green eyes cut through your own veil of smoke.
We’re a ***** mirror. This whole thing is flipped. I sink into the ceiling fans, exhaling resignation. No one would get out of this without wounds.
I tried to steady your hands. I tried to drain the flood waters. I tried to derail you from the infinite loop towards infinite sleep. I tried to shake you awake. I sent up five hundred flares from the shore looking at your island. I threw you a rope, tossed you a raft, kept the light on for a while.
The vessels burst all at once, all in an afternoon.
You drove us right towards the railing of the tappan zee bridge. Not knowing which death was worse, I just jumped.