i break to bend
into motions with men
i found in darkness at curves
behind corners i twirl
and we’re back to black to basics and
in hold behind a numbness i felt in truth
by your words and views and horrors of
how we danced before brick walls laid
the foundation in hatred and horrid
questions of novels and mismatched
chemistry we lost within each other
and we’re dancing on stucco
behind facades of true emotion
blacking to view in grounds of drowned seas
we’re sinking in sand
created by men in your head
you found in a darkness of hope
and lost in daze before walls broke
caving in moments we held in hand
like nostalgia of our past
broken in bends in which we bent
too fast but too cold in weathers
where winds raked leaves
and left both of us hoping for something
greater than this in which both of us
couldn’t see
separate or cause to separate into pieces as a result of a blow, shock, or strain.