My eyes are stars
my vision impaired.
You speak of love, washed over with a glaze of indifference,
I see your lips move,
I think that perhaps you have me all wrong.
I told you before in various ways,
I showed you before with the movements of my body,
my head hanging low, breath shallow
cyclonic winds gathering, lightening snapping along my veins,
I contemplate us.
Shall we have another dance along this river of tears?
Ripping apart what we hold true, for a moment,
in clouds made of fury calling upon the dieties of desire,
shall we forget,
You don’t understand,
Baby, don’t you know?
I am not the one for you.