She's a kaleidoscope
Just a vision-twisting sight
Collapsing coherency
In a glance
She makes you listen
With tongues of the tempting
Tasting the tip
Of her upper lip
She is chaos
A million miles of insanity
That sweeps up your feet
And drags you in her happiness
But when she's sad,
She stops.
She slams into stillness
Her mind closes early
She just simply can't.
She can't go to the store.
She can't grab the mail.
She can't kiss you goodnight.
She can't write a song.
She can't sleep.
She can't eat.
She can't dream
And isn't that the saddest thing?
To stop dreaming is to stop breathing.
She retreats
Behind veils of darkness
In which there is no return.
She just slips.
Right through my fingertips.
I reel her in,
Tether her soul to mine
Scars shown and signs shredded
Silent faces in a car ride home.
She knows.
She knows to put on a smile.
Though her spirit sails lonely,
I am within reach.
No one understands her
Except me.
So as she works a long night
At this bookstore on Main
I wait wondering and whispering for her
To just call my name
The crevices of constellations
Are tattoos on my skin
As I see her smile shining
As she sees mine.
