Crackling in the Dark.

You and I, we are clueless and waterfalls.
We speak of showdowns, but all I can see is your stare down.
As you pretend not to notice the short intake of breath.
And me, knocking my head into place.

I never used to lie down in green pastures.
But now I cannot help living the life of an elf.
Giving stars away in the hands of those who do not travel lightly.
Breaking the backs of elephants with warrior tales pinned to their ears.

So misunderstood, yet so perturbed.

All I wish for is one last taste of your lips. 
To live my life in splendor. To fix me up.
Like a queen.

Part of me wanted to wish you a happy birthday.
But I let the moments slide between the seconds.
And the hours turned into clouds of heat stroke.

I soon forgot.

I saw you slipping between the dexterity of my fingers.
And before I could realize what had happened,
your sideshows and pit stops turned into a black hole.
It sunk me in deeper and stronger.

Until I could smell the sunlight on your skin.
I longed to gnaw on this sunlight,
But you threw your scarf of distance over my bright show.
Leaving me in the shadow.

I wanted to show you all I can’t be.
Because all I can, is lost at sea.

-Swillow