pearls

I'm not in love with you,

I'm in love with what we once were.

You have wounded me,

but you somehow don't even seem to care.

you don't understand

you are so daftly unaware

that I am something worthy

that you have used and seen bare.

And I fight and push and run

all the while you recline, telling me to wait

telling me you'd like to stare

I am something more than this skin

Than this smile that so enlightens you

I sit on the edge of this curb

With ideas and dreams and truth

and wish I could run away from you.