you

coloring in lines
well practiced
well versed

perverse in
all that you are

assuring me
that everything
you promised
was real

as you tried to
magnify
the fiction around
us

hoping to
find something
true
in your misery

while turning your
back to mine

climb back
up the vine
and disappear

nothing's clear
through your eyes
once more

life is torn
between what
is lined

and what is sketched
with illusion

(gone)

to you

write one more
sad poem about me

and see

jot down another word
that describes me

and see

look with sadness
at each post i fake

think of all the
mess you make

and see

what becomes of me
when you think i care

just see

that the troubles you
think i'm supposed to believe

won't make me grieve

any more than i grieve myself

(alone)

the key

it takes
a moment of silence
to understand

just a minute
to hear out
what's hurting inside

can you spare
a few seconds
to really find out
what's wrong?

sometimes
the mysteries you uncover
solve the troubles
within yourself

stop
and learn

go
and love

(do)

he didn't go

he didn't go

he didn't wake
from deep dreams
and tangled limbs

he didn't go

he didn't shower
in invigorating waters
and comb his hair

he didn't go

he didn't pick
a suit of perfect colours
and straighten his tie

he didn't go

he didn't breakfast
on childhood foods
and liquid encouragement

he didn't go

he didn't kiss
or hug away the pain
he didn't make things sane
on his way out the door

he didn't go

he didn't go

dropping eaves

scattered art
depicting what was
and what could have been

a touchstone
never looked at
but always there

discerning eyes
spy time after time
at the memorial of lingering

wishing she
could be a part
of something that was
so wonderful

so haunting

so memorable
that nothing is ever seen again

but felt

(vanish)

hidden

i tried to share

what was real with me

but you were too far too hear

i tried to share 

what was true with me

but you turned and walked away

i learned to hold

what was dear to me

deep inside my soul

before you could notice

what you did to me

when you turned and walked away

(go)

it happened

it did happen
even if you don't know
the reason

it happened
and it can't be
undone

and no matter
how much
you wish it away

it'll always be there
waiting for you
to deal with it

so face it

look it right in the eyes

tell it it won't rule your life

open the path 
to a thousand directions

each with its own soul

and learn 
how to come back
to yourself

it happened
but you can go
past the pain

and grow
with strength
in your future

no matter what comes

(try)