Smile for me

On tippy precipices

Slaughter clouds

Into malicious sunsets

Trip over the horizon round

Goes round and goes round

Look at this mess

Look at what you've made

Look at the colours,

Bleeding down the sky

Fresh summers

Oiled, rotten, and dry

Knit the spider webs

Which sparkle in corners

In my stead

A learner and mourner

I am the rumour

Of warm sand and cool ice

The mumble and whisper

Of paper cuts sliced

Across scab wounds

Crawling like beetles

Egyptian scarabs

Engraved in silver moons

It curves and tumbles

Like a rocket shooting

To its death

I must confess

I don't know the rest

I don't know what your smile was

And I don't know how your eyes sung

I don't know your giggle and cry

And I don't know your little sighs

I don't know love over sound

And I don't know

What it means

To

Be

Found

And I don't know

What it means to drown

In kindness, love, and breath

With the ocean, succumbed to sea

Starry nights and flower wreaths

––Because why would

Anyone

Love

Me?