words...

Growing

I'm expanding my efforts to become invisible.
This sort of process is very frightening, however, and so
I'm dropping little bits of myself behind as I go
A shimmering trail of breadcrumbs I hope the birds will make disappear.

I can't remember your name anymore. I almost wish I could
The almost hurts more than it should.
Some details are important but my perspective is gone.

I still breathe in and out deliberately.
I still think irrationally helplessly.
I still long for breathtaking creation.
I still need as much as ever.

I'm giving up all these things that are bad for me.
Or, at least, I'm trying with every bit of will power I have
Admitting a significant weakness.
So instead I'm making those things invisible along with me
Hoping to make it go away with a graceful gesture.

I can't remember your voice anymore. I almost wish I could
The almost hurts more than it should.
The details are important but my perspective is gone.

I don't bleed the way I used too, bright red.
I don't beg for release violently.
I don't believe in my own romanticism.
I still need as much as ever.