I'm still trying to
be supportive over
the strangest things
as if I am indebted
to you for the way
i acted, still think
it's my duty to
unconditionally
love you and
defend your
place to be
yourself but
it's not. It's
not, It's not.

and it's because
you break through
this layered iridescent
medium that I keep
slathering on, I'm
almost done
trying.

you've gotten inside of me,

crawled through the cracks in my skin

and

made your home in my veins



every now and then

you crawl through the cuts on my body

and

talk to me



other times you

make your way into my mind

and

speak to me there

have you ever noticed
the way county roads
glitter, a thousand rocks
or beetle backs shimmering
not unlike stars, we've been
driving on milky ways, on
stretches of stars, maybe not
all things that shine, shine all
the time, they're there all days
all ways, maybe not all things
that shine, shine all the time.