all the words i ever write
anymore are stained with you.
                     even the words that
trickle down from my lips drip with
    your blue gridline thoughts,
your pitter-patter raindrops of
words, your hindering heart.



nothing about me is quite
the same shade anymore
                  because of it;
      the fabric of my eyes
               tinged brighter,
    specks of gold blinking
beneath my skin.


i could scratch symphonies
into broken concrete or
        smear paint
                 across windows
or sway my hips this way and
that and they would say nothing
            but you you you all over


            my heart is just you you you all over