what happened to your wonderful mind?
i know its still remains
remnants are found inside me
how else would you touch me so?
like paul d in beloved
cravings are aroused
in my soul
they bubble to the surface
what could have made you happy?
i know what set you over the edge
you teetered on that brink for far too long
you were a polished glass box
the naked eye could not detect
the scratches and the scars
at the end you were seeing stars
heaps of butter on dry toast
tossed onto the wooden table
as tarnished as your mindset
the cold milk, as nearly frosted and blackened as your icy palms
they only saw the pillars you built
that transformed into edifices
the pyramids balanced it out
the opulence of your streams
gleamed and glittered like fine crystals
excavated from a quarry
i'll never know what could've been
until i meet you there.
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