When I lie with you so long

I trip over the stumbling stars in your eyes

and you don’t even know how hard you try,

but when my cracks show

your eyes reflect things that don’t work.


I am a tourist in my own skin on the verge of breaking down

I melt into puddles and

I turn sticky saltwater into lonely and lonely into aimless and aimless into uselessly busy,

I turn lonely into a lifestyle.


And I know I built this tower around you

but you’re a terrible altar,

an amazing cliff.

I will fall with my valuables but won’t give them to you.


I will set the cracks in my own arms and lean on you.

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Written 7/27/17

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