he shielded his eyes
and hoped that maybe
if he couldn't see the world
the world couldn't see him

the thing about rejection
is that no matter
how many times it happens
and no matter
how little you have to compare it to
the pain doesn't change

milky breath
and torn skin
he does not realize
how different he is
from the person
around whose life his revolves

subtlety was not his strong point
and he knew it
as he watched
his god's eyes narrow
and his cupid's bow grow taut
he realized
that subtlety
wasn't his strong point either

she threw her hair over the ledge
and watched it touch the ground
with a wan smile
forgetting
or maybe knowing
that her hair
had been cut short

this is my fantasy-
we're holding hands
on a twilight balcony
as the moonlight and the wind
thread their ways through your hair
and as i kiss the shadows
away from your eyes
i slip
and you fall