you're losing interest and i can see that its making you sick
jumping through flames burning group
small tiger paws pattering on the floor after me
hissing killing and waiting to get older
just like i was
waiting to steal your heart away from you
gentle hand squeezing between your ribs

i should have made space
i should have chainsawed your letters open
ink flight and destruction of expression
i was ready to tell you
that i would sit out under the stars
wait with you until we saw every last one shoot across the sky

but i don't think you care
rip at me
tell me what you're thinking
at least let me see the tones of your body
that are the crayon that nobody uses

i gave you mine with no expectation of getting it back
you didn't disappoint
its not a million pieces
i can fit it back together
quite nicely
for the next one
because i know you're already done