You

You are the rattle of my ceiling fan clinking at the off beat of the minute hand A subtle thought puts the memory of your sun tanned brand tracing the length of my dream land all the way to the second floor of the apartment the southern hemisphere my bed and my clenched cold toes against the red embarrassment of my messy life You come to mind again as I think on it all as I dress my face in gold I remember your needle words and the jolt to my blood the mark on my diary the scream of my spirit like rainwater over pavement I was as strong as a puddle and I am still just as sad Though I paint the words of my story my message is the dance of my eyes and their stare I loved you like air Even as you pinned me to the snow and set me with a cold cast down and through the wide gate I wouldve run from reason if your arms were at the end of the sandy blankets and conscience stains and I hoped they would be But they weren't You are a beastly error that still speaks to my life like a persistant cancer like a criminal record that forever floats into applications and discussions my internal scar will always have your stupid name, a kingly episode marking up, etching lines into normal days like this where your face doesn't belong where your voice needs not be Get away from me This life is mine, I intend to live it well