animal, not human
like a chamelion
i become my surroundings
yesterday, misunderstood metal
the painful release of needles and ink
today the oman and your happiness before my own

a cheap, predictable and disjointed staged production
the director unknown
completely meaningless, and i am left unsatisfied
maybe not, maybe not
maybe this is it, this could be it
but i cried and was left empty when you entered me

is it true you returned hello to me
like to a stranger you imagined called your name
but once you held me like you'd never let me go
and we always kissed just after hello
your breath, my parted mouth
that sanctuary of perfect peace no longer than a sigh

and i can still remember you
i will never choose to forget you
i pulled your love up over me like a warm blanket
its old and fell away from you long ago
but i quickly ran and picked it up
ive kept it for myself