your reflection
in my eyes,
makes birthmarks--
disappear
just as quick
as he did.
the moments
we share are
fading.
they begin of
love--lost memories--emptiness;
to my own blame.
I hear the echoes of deceit in
you, glancing this way.
his screams strain from asthmatic lungs,
but no one can hear.
I am the one to decipher
the look on his face.
here for duties and responsibilities
and your usual monetary gain.
pain won't let this die.
this is where---
i cry---
the TURN
... is not so obvious.
when I was young;
I am too young to understand:
be
the things you concern yourself
with:
the thing that means most to
me...
I heal most unhealthy.
Replacing the sound of his voice--
my biggest disappointment.
am I what you said I was becoming?
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