try as I may, and try
as I might,
I can't figure you out.

Your intentions are just as jumbled to me
as the clothes strewn across my bedroom floor.

You are the word stuck on the tip of my
tongue
that my lips and mind just can not form into a sound.

who are you?
who have you been?
who will you become?

when I think of you
I reach out desperately,
grasping for a formed,
complete,
or plausible thought-
but my fingers fumble in the blurred darkness for the words that would give me the clarity I so utterly crave.

try as I may, and try
as I might,
I can't figure you out.