spinning in fragments of your mind
wandering far but close behind
from streets we twirl
a feign i dare
to feel you against my skin
a dark thought like shadows climb my mind
i used to be twenty-two
you used to be a little too
with a different depth than i
and i twirled in subconsciousness
in your darkened bathroom
a top a marble floor
sliding near but far
echoing thoughts from baseboards
of 16 foot ceilings
and i never told a soul
of your name
i never speak writings the same
it was damp culture
a sullen mind
two echoes twisting in bits
i reminisce in this, a kiss and bliss
warm sheets against my skin
cold backs and we twist
i love, i lose, and i move
towards things which culture me
your name plays in my mind
occasionally
i never took it personally
i knew you were never meant for me
what was meant to be