confession in threes.

  I

i hate how you leave me here.
whistling and wandering;my mind repeating cycles...
that gorgeous chandlier i once admired now seems cold and overwhelming,
glaring at me as if it's greatest dream is to fall apon my head.


II

you gave me fair warning. "i'm bad news." you said, exhaling your fumes as you inhaled all problems.
i treated your honesty with pity;the appropriate remedy i thought.
now i see you in unfamiliar cities, hiding under bridges&playing with the spiders. your address is nothing more than a memory now, for this boy holds no anchor to the earth.

III
your lips, soft and warn, only hold love for vasaline.
i kissed the other boys, when simple dancing was a punch in the throat. you've contorted me into something you were, years ago. something i must be to fully understand. now i sit with this boy, and no matter how tight i cling, i'm so fucking lonely. i am all alone, left in the wind. i continue with my laughing in rhthyms of three, hoping that perhaps i have the power to forget you. or the power to move on. the power to trick and deceive.
or maybe someday,the power to leave this hold.