acraein

I
don't know why
you cut your soul
from another's dough,
so all that you are 
could never eclipse 
the core repitoire 
or terms and conditions.

I
identify
with the cunning crow
and the molting gecko.
The legacy I'll leave
is skin and bones,
feathers and poems,
calls and an echo.

Personify
the falling snow.
We stay and we go,
channeling channels old.
The grain of the oak.
Turn with the oxbow.
Provide for the benthos.

I
just don't know why
you'd pin your skies
to a stranger's window.
Sense of self
sacrificed.
Thoughts, desires
sold at market price.

It's the subtle ways
that you show me I'm 
not anything to you
that's keeping me glued
to this love wrapped in tape;
that's battered and bruised

It's a diamond mine
where I can break myself
and chisel through
your moods;
to discover the moments
I know to be true.

My whole life is giving CPR to this bird
whose heart stopped beating long ago.
And though you'd never say you needed me
I see you do the way your lids drift closed
and you whisper softly you don't want me to go.

Would it be easy to leave
and live a different life?
I suppose.
But your mother knows
men take and they use
and I won't be the reason
your solemn light dimmed and diffused.
I won't be the hope that you lose.

Why does the chorus never change
the way I hoped that it would?
Why can I not reach the end of this torus
that I'm walking through?

Oh, I'm felled once again
by your cooing so cool
holding my hands,
soothing my soul,
smoothing my sands.
Oh, I'm such a fool
for implying that
you don't love me too.