You’ve got the mountain in your eyes,
And I’ve got no more money.
Was I ever capable of all that you thought I was
Or was that the standard operation?

Your lonely ways disguised in your actions,
In your words
I find your silence.
Kept out of respect,
Even after knowing I could never love you.

I fell hard onto the concrete.
You wore a different pair of shoes.
Rolling down the asphalt,
I can’t take for granted that which I never took.

Blood drips from your shoulders.
Scars devour my body from head to toe.
There is no more room for conversation,
You practice distance from around the corner.

Past the lake that made the man,
Into the ink that has transformed
The way I interpret your                                    
                                                                                        everything.

Another man enters, and I confessed.
He was astonished, while I felt a longing
for Your ice stained eyes.

I know that which burdens me,
That which may have spread
into you through
My touch, your lovers tendencies.

But there is no connection
That could get past the infection.
Lies have built up, and clotted inside my heart.
Black and blue designs,
This bruise is so stubborn,
And it cannot be defined.