Shade is much less banal than shadows.
It says, "I want to be in the sun."
The shade of your sun is chalk full
of miserable creatures.
One;
Me.
Crashing on multiple couches and
all the cats are black,
and all the people
need you out soon. ****.
Breaking lines to fit more text in;
dumping your head out everywhere,
talking to yourself in public for extended periods of time.
Smile just because you're so *******
sick of being sad all the time.
Wait, that's me. *******;
Got to claim my labors,
but can't show the weight.
A deep resentment for everything.
It's like math for some people,
and it's an art for others.
It's like math sometimes,
and it's an art the other half.
It's like math, but it's art.
It's like art, but it's mathematical.
White lies, breaking apart while
gluing the cracks back together,
while holding the better portions
and trying to figure out
if you're allowed
to cry
or not.
****.
I remember when I told you that
being with you made me feel like
I was at the center of everything,
but when you're gone,
and when you don't talk,
and when I think
about it for too long;
I'm lost.
