staying and watching every spectre
every moment, every movement.
a scream so quiet
you can barely hope to hear me.
I've pulled away,
and you can ignore
or offer the hand I'm
waiting for.

lying and truthtelling days away
knowing not an inch of it matters.
you're so locked and mirror perfect,
I'll never know how much
of me you hold.
I need to think it was never you
that kept me flying.