face down
if i weren’t here you’d be face down
on the ground or on a bed
i don’t remember the surface only the motion
but it didn’t feel cold there
and you were wearing that same goddamned gray shirt
you’ve got in on today
i want you out of my mind,
i want you out of my mind.
but i told you about it
(and left out the details)
i told you it was weird, i told you i didn’t understand it.
you just laughed a little
shrugged my hand from your wrist
she reads me like an open book
that is a book that tears her apart
she doesn’t understand that my feelings
can’t be shut out by the dark
and even with the lights on i see her face
in the closets of a french room
and her ceiling in the binding of a book.
i know her colors so well
but i float (face down)
and she’s so determined to drown me.