ace mars lest july
do you still keep the cold
under your fingertips?
running them across,
poor souls looking
in the wrong places.
frozen by your touch,
kept by a sense of trust.
til they crack,
under the pressure
put on by your heart.
so they melt away
in the sun, sadly.
but all told,
they had nothing
going for them anyway.
they were just
something for you
to pass the time.
used to think about days
i could make better use of
instead of staring blankly
into the clouds above
never could make out those
shapes you claimed to see
hovering over us constantly
it was all in your head
i should have been creative
wrote a beautiful symphony
come up with a short story
or just ramble in my poetry
but i spent time with you
eyes drying out in the sun
listening to you list animals
that would never come
if i leave a notebook empty
i have trouble sleeping
you just drift away
thinking of how much you
enjoyed the days
i give up on most things
because i have trouble
trying to believe in them
just point out the exit
i’ll take it by any means
if there’s a risk involved
expect me to fold quickly
before i get told too late
when i’ve made a stake
with reprecussions attached
don’t need anything here
to drag me down further
someone told me i’m too good
to do it for myself
how wrong they were
but they were just being kind
my mistakes are my own
you can review them briefly
know my merits are bound
to the elasticity of my soul
kept in a glass jar
above the kitchen sink
with spare change and buttons
for coats i no longer own
but i can’t seem to let go
you must get the idea by now
so just point in the direction
and i’ll be on my way