splay yourself over the sidewalk
talking about glory and

melting iris in the sun,
my love struck mind holds me well
flying like bitter shades of a bleeding
reality.

waiting, over these days that drift
in stormy circles
and memories that hurt, I swallow them away
but they feel like broken glass

well, see her and her words
the way she talks when she's dreaming too much.
i want to slap her and bring her back
down, tell her that miracles don't happen.

Look her flyaway smiles
reaching the skinny blue arc of sky

sometimes, when I'm scared
i take a moment to stare at her endless grin
and i remember how to be

fearless

again