dropping clues dropping hints dropping sighs
dropping lies drooping eyes
affection felt falling i idealized
the girl
and bored she stares off into space
and her hand goes limp in mine
i think its time to redesign
i think its time to realign
myself my needs my loves and priorities
go away for a while and come back stoic
silently suffering to who do i owe this;
too dependent too eloquent to expressive and perceptive
too willing to discuss and I resent this.
i'm available here, collecting dust--
take a hint- see me spin, spiraling down
down into the mud again.
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