the things I will do for the past are telling
darker than darkness
I linger like things not said–
once I wrote that I wanted to know you
and now through knowing you
you are the only puzzle I will never solve–
finding the corners but
never all of them–
just searching for the dead ends,
what I think will close me in
the words I will use do not make a heaven of your body
they do not make me a martyr
they keep me in this empty space
they do not tell me I am as beautiful as I can be but
they have never told me you are not trying
the things I will do for the truth
are making me split like a parody
fight like inside my head
and all this character wants
is just to make her mine again
my body is another way to stretch my words until they break
it is something I don’t want to form until I speak it
you are everything I will lose
the end and the beginning and
the things I will do for love are sinful
scrabbling for grip
you are the only enemy I will never fight
just stand there in the ring