Shrivel

Fresh grape skin,

I’m dewy-eyed and outspoken

Come back, I’d like to

just say hi

just 

don’t wait, don’t contemplate

if you know me too long,

I’d be gone if I knew the glass window couldn’t keep me in.

I always thought of love like a dirty hidden secret we like to pretend is true.

I can’t see why they trap me here, they like to practice encasement as a cure

I suppose that’s what makes them so flagrant but

I didn’t decide to be here.

It’s just outside the window pane,

that open crisp freedom 

just

don’t expect me to cradle you when

I can hardly cradle myself

just

let the window shield me from

myself a little longer,

don’t try to understand 

it's just

wrinkled grape skin

those heavy dark rainclouds peak

from my blinds, quaint I suppose

a dimly lit room for

a dimly lit mind 

it’s peaceful

I can almost pretend not to see the ambulances parked outside if I

just 

close my eyes and

just

breathe a little while.

We can only hide from ourselves for so long.