Shadows of You
Your shadows.
Every chunk
of your wrist
cuts
my appetite
for your
classic ways.
I want
a change.
I want
to run
away.
To start
new
and fresh
and unknown.
If I cannot
be free...
why being
with you?
Your Ego
is outrageous
and it has
no mercy
for who I am.
I am
the love
you cannot see.
I am the bruises
of a strident
glass of water
that takes only
the form of water.
I am
a boring person
who is not scared
by her void.
The real scary part
is feeling
that void
when being
with someone.
I throw away
shadows of you
I throw them
explicitly and rusty
reaching a target
in my mind
...
even though
I am scared...