031
Sighs into sighs,
cradled by mountains and lies
say we’re absolved by closing our eyes
but we’re still seeing the brights of the sky
still pleading for a break from responsibility,
from owning my iridescence
no, I never thought I peaked
but I thought I was better than this,
assuming that we’d both take the heat
no, I’m not better than this
I hate my caricature, this mess,
no rejoice when you think of me now
I was a quaking mess, I confess
now I’m your worst-case, at best
I hate to understand you
when I don’t want to,
hate that I split this,
and now I can’t fix this
I’m trying, holding steady
ridges like tightropes
toeing the line,
false eminence, I know,
I’m no better than this.