In Attempt To Steal The Garnet Skins of Dream
Papered dry and garnet teased
in spaces bleached for your approval,
an erasure of the unhealthy taking.
There were too many secrets etched
to wait another day.
I could have washed my hair again
or just sprayed the scent of yesterday
across the frame to you, a sip between
the one too manys, a swing of sight
into your world. I was papered dry,
I was germ free, and teased with garnet halves.
And it feels as if stones are weighing down
my eyelids, for I've lost my way again
and wandered too far from the safety of you
and the distance of truths swallowed in shame.
I forgot the time and wasted the hours
inside myself, in circles falling.
I never meant to come across so sure.
I wasn't sure about anything.
I have a hard time believing in
the trip tales outside of coffee shops
all spilling and burning your mind.
What a waste to think it mattered,
to have had that chance to play in the rain,
to forget the hour inside yourself.
I put me on a shelf for years,
aside from learning to feed and house and love.
I swirl for then and fight to keep my eyes alive,
reject the weighted sin, the heavy pains
accustom to the reality around here.
I figure I'd either walk from you or
turn around and run, but where's the fun
and wasn't that why this all began?
I fell here, parrallel to your episodes,
swimming in the middle of steel frames,
stamped with prints of lips in line,
in attempt to steal the
garnet skins of