One tiny little slip .
Oh just an itty bitty fall.
That was the beginning and the end of it all.
All wrapped up.
No bandages, no ties.
No need to cut us free.
Here it is just you and me.
Nothing to hold on to.
Nothing to let go.
We came together so fluidly.
You poured yourself right into me.
While I poured myself all over you.
Spilling past those lips and hips and on to the floor.
Spilling far more than you bargained for.
Definitely more than you’d like to clean up.
I make a mess of everyone I know.
Just like a butterfly I put on a show.
Fluttering from one sputtering heart to the next. Shuddering my windows cuz I know darkness best.
All the colours merely masquerading.
See I colour where most are shading.
In shadows flashy, splashy, squirting colors all around.
Acrylic pours from different floors.
In comes the wind slamming all the doors.
Fanatically on all fours examining my work.
Colour dripping from my hair but I don’t care.
So long as you’re enjoying the view.
Finally taking a step back to look at you.
Instantaneously I can see you’re thru.
All the colour it seems, has drained from you.
Tried telling me to stop, deafly I tried explaining to you.
Blindly you tell me my masterful work is nothing more than a mess you don’t care to see.
That’s when I realize you were not meant for me.
My mess once again enveloped a man.
He had no where left to stand.
How then could he lend a hand.
Worse, how now do I still not understand?