Breathe me
into me
or I will not,
will not leave and will never
say it again.
Heroic
until you reject me again;
my life depends on yellow birds
with cerulean eyes
always flying away.
I hate the loss
because you’re
damaged, Sarah,
without dreams in a cynical trance
and think about you constantly.
We find ourselves in a tunnel:
hallways to the left and right.
There’s a light above me,
my idea.
I could sleep here, but
something in me walked both,
neither having wanted wear,
and I swore I heard flies nearby.
I told you I’d walk with you on the left
and I soon went right.
I can love a victim
but not the mentality;
be wary of the white knight
cornering you
and supplying your habit.
The walls were ghastly and
I heard you quietly resign
to a separate path.
I wish your blue eyes
could see in the darkness.
