i'm up thinking about you again
writing about you again
but this isn't a poem
i'm not putting you in a poem

because you see the poems
they stem from the wounds
they stem from the darkness
and that's not you, is it my dear?
because when i look at you all i want to see
are kaleidoscopes in your eyes
and the sun kissing your hair
and a reflection of the brightest smile
that has touched my lips in years

and if the heat of the summer makes this a mirage
then so be it
i don't want to write another poem
not about you