you
you do not cry
c r y
you do not
cry you
don't
i sit beside the
mirror
cross legged and
watch
and my eyes
fill to the brim
salty water
spilling over
a deep waterfall
your eyes are
a drout
you do not cry
y o u do n' t
cr y
do you miss
my gloomy clouds?

today you made my bones shiver
like you were the winter frost
and i was an an old birch tree
i can feel my leaves turning crisp
breaking off, crumbling
deteriorating

today you made my bark peel
flecks of me twisting onto the solid dirt
turning cold in the frost, hard and stiff
leaving me naked before you
I am splinters and knots
vulnerable

today you came as the axeman
blunt weapons at my side
the deer are scattering at the noise
the birds tweeting madly, desperate
the wolves howling
you've stolen my limbs now
claimed them as your own

I am only a stump

maybe you can hear my whispering to you in the dark
my letters are crumpled pieces of landscape in the trashbin
im trying to speak to you with my silence but i cant lose my lips
blah

being
caught in your chest with
my face tucked into your shirt while
the actors fought on the screen and
i could hear the blood pouring while
you laughed at my squeals

standing between aisles
ten minutes before closing with
the music scratching softly on the speaker
my jean jacket and the plastic cup
filled with tea and the
man who looked up as i laughed

spring air on my arms as
I walk out the door and you
follow behind me shouting my name
the cool of the concrete as
I rest my head and
think about how manufactured
your smile looked
like a product you produced

curled
in a ball with the door
creaking and my breath is loud
shaking the bed
turn on the radio with the
projecting noise to cancel out
solidarity

I think you can cry away ten thousand years of dirt and grime
I think you can stuff  feelings away in a clear container too
(keep them from getting soiled)

I think "I am young and have so much to live for"
I think " everything I experience is a mistake and I must mature"
I think "I hope to god I have not yet peaked"
(its only downhill from there)
(id still rather walk up Everest and see the top than stick to the bike path beside my house)

I have no hard feelings
I will look at your skirt and think "wow"
and not comment on the person that occupies it
I can pretend you're transparent
that helps me