what the hell have you made me do?
i've never been quite this wayward,
not until you had shown your lupine,
as in adjective,
your aura, a confusing mix of colors.
i have told you,
there is a wildfire behind those eyes.
one that has an endless amount of fuel.
yet the more we interact,
i see a stressful sea.
one of wave full of anguish
and unforgiving storms.
so many men overboard.
you, though, the ship itself is
still a ship
like the long awaited
bitter winter wind,
the internal battle i have within myself
is greater than any building
known to man.
with walls stronger than steel
and thicker than stone,
i say "hello" again.
for i instead was still and unmoving.
and although the time it took
to give me warmth and motion
i still had to pick up my glass body.
shard by shard.
and in that time i learned two things:
trust is only for those who
believe in it
people only come around at "convenient " times.
for it doesn't matter
what glue it is,
as long as the glass doesn't