the black and white striped bike made you seem so edgy
that zoomed past when I dare not look
no! I could not ever dare
to the x that stained your hand personally
personality
that changed who you were
(but did it ever)
and the dramatic babble that seeped through
(that was truly just pathetic nonsense)
you spurred about
your sad sad frown
(that grazed my own)
and to your lost eyes
misanthropy,
(from which I’m not sure who dares go)
nor touch nor see
anymore
not
anymore