shady

i used to be filled with stupid factory romances

marriage to me meant our names in a tree

there was an unspoken sexiness in our childlike blood oathes and

newborn bedroom war cries

you'd whisper, but i don't know

i don't think you really knew the weight of your own mouth

and how it pillowed over my lungs

traditional blooms of the femme, you attributed to my bareness

little did you know

i'd be content just lying in the shadow of beauty, not even being a shade of it

you pushed too hard

when i wept on your grass, i felt a spin

but i didn't feel you

you had gone

you had gone long, long ago.

and i knew that i had to grow up and take some responsibility for cracks and floods.