and so we talked..

or should i say that i just listened..

sitting still
and getting wiser
through someone else's heartache.

like looking in a mirror on the wall
trimmed in silver. edged. and etched.
hung crooked
but a solid structure nonetheless.
like you.
just like you.
imperfectly executed
but full of substance.

and people walk by and try to fix you
try to hang you straight
and you don't feel comfortable
when you're upright
anymore

even though you know you should be.
so people would take pride in you
clean you til you shine
and appreciate your reflection
all shiny
catching the light

but instead.
both of us sit.
facing each other.
dull with wear.

and we know what we should do.
you and i should run far away from me and you.
from what we have slid to become
even though the mud feels so much better
than solid ground.

the mess of us.
of me.
of you.
of her.
of him.
of our minds being allowed to imagine
everything and anything
as we dance
to a million songs
not written for us or about us
or for us to sing along to.

not our songs at all

and now.
as you talk.
i stop seeing the reflection
and i start seeing right through
to deep places
and to future destinations
and i want to tie a rope around you
and pull you out

tell you
that boundaries are there for a reason

but i just whisper that i love you
as you walk out the door
and you look back
with a look that tells me
you already know
even though
and even still
you know that you can't wait to get outside
and slide right back in to it.
and put off the end.
for one more day.




even still.