insomnia

on sleepless nights

while peace evades

blocking-

avoiding

every effort

to reconcile to rest:

words invade my perimeter

and attack perspective;

too bad for you.

 

what once was mine and

rested in my arms &

on my lips has

pried itself away & flung

its love

its devotion

aside from me forever

or at least until fall sweeps end.

 

I wasn’t even dry yet.

 

weighing out the moisture

from tear soaked

saline stained

rags of memories you left

me in

while selling me

a bill of goods

no one would buy from

a split tongued serpent

such as yourself

and yet I seem to have

cornered the market

on every last package of insanity

you moved.

 

and so it is.

you had me believing

eating from the palm of your hand

figuring out,

plotting-

my own demise.

Blaming myself for words you said

things you did

owning your actions and

selling myself out to the lowest bidder.

 

I’m just hoping all of this

crystallizes

thickens

thick

thicker

so that I can drag myself

bog myself down in it

and hide from

everything you I am

and we are

not.