two of us

1. me
i have moments where i can see the grey-blue moon in your irises,
but tonight, I suppose you will be too tired to read the poetry
i scrawl into your memory as if chickenscratch can make sense of your psyche.
lately, i've noticed that your eyes have been so clouded over
by hazy skies and maelstroms that you've simply forgotten
how to care for me. no amount of innocent doe-brown
can save you this time around.

sometimes, i wonder why you kissed me with one fell swoop
amidst glittering lights then turned around to leave me to walk alone
outside red brick that encased you like a defense mechanism,
but I've learned to not take anything that passes your lips for granted.
i am curious as to see if you realize that i keep the words you say
stored in my back pocket like trinkets i keep around for good luck.
the nostalgia makes me nauseous.

2. you
did you know i inhale your indeterminacy and hurt
like a carcinogen late at night?
your bitterness curls around my alveoli like a cancer,
but no star sign can save you from the fate you designed for yourself
& the astrology i use to prescribe a better future is archaic
and no amount of alchemy can turn your suspicion back into trust.
your misdirected anger crawls under my skin
like crabs looking for a way back out to sea,
but you have long since forgotten how to swim,
and my broken lifeboat ethics have capsized
because there is only room for one of us.