Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

Can you be the fire to my wood?
I'd love to take you out for a cup of tea
But, you seem like a woman meant for caramel coffee
Maybe, you aren't just meant for me

Hence, we weren't a pair to be
You had to make it three

measure their love by
tracing actions to words
words to action

if they didn't lead you back
on the same path,

then you weren't
measuring anything at all

a kaleidoscopic version of me, twisted and shook
to look like broken stained-glass.
really just beads in a toy
lined with mirrors.