who i told you i was

withholding everything
i told you the truth
you wanted to hear

silver, gold, and bronze
accepted as real
although the tangible

escaped us both
leaving mineralistic deposits
on the path we chose

to our own deception
crusted in its brilliance
brittle in its form

the weight of our own feet
hastened our fall
together through our own deceit

what i never said

as the time slipped before me
the words were forgotten
so long rehearsed
perched upon my tongue
without purpose or plan
i let them fade away

before the storm of you and i
the words were scattered
like delicate fabric
left upon the line
too long unattended
i let them blow away

neglecting the obvious
the words i never said
drove you further from me
like the winded sail
filling you with loss
i let them go away

Myopic

what i once saw so clearly
escapes me now as a process
reflecting only distilled refraction
in sepia and shadow

as a fog descending
i'm clouded in the memories
of the once seeing, alive with vision
in color and light

Candyland

tomorrow my baby arrives
like no other
she smiles as i consume her presence
and slip into the void
left from the last kiss
so long ago

a counting meter, as a metronome
dictates the patience and distance
we endure as one
knowing only the endgame
without doubt or question
affirmed from the start

the sweet smell of you
precedes your arrival at the gate
like the entrance to Candyland
my senses subtly capture you
consuming every molecule
as my entry to your world

turn your back on me

if you know where to place your feet
as you step away from me
don't look over your shoulder
i will not be there

the choice was yours
from the beginning, without resistance
no stake did i take in your actions
as my indifference prevailed

without expectations i watched you
digging your own grave
became my personal entertainment
as expected, without affect or remorse

am i here

twisted, as the trunk of this tree
which i lie beneath
i ponder the next move before me
nothing or something feel the same
as i press against the firm bark
my only support

only my own weight matters
as i shift between here and nowhere
shaded and sheltered
i wonder, am i here?
or is a parallel existence
my only support

oblivious

anxiously attempting the impossible
convinced beyond all doubt
the treasure lay in wait
for your greedy hands
to grasp for yourself
oblivious to my will

i watched you as you stumbled
thinking everything was fine
always one step ahead
the outcome evident from the beginning
too bright for your own doll eyes
oblivious to the truth

as you approached the end
i offered my hand to catch you
ignored, you insisted you'd made it
knowing all the while
your task was too great to ever succeed
oblivious to all around you