i believe you.
slender fingers twirl like batons
as you tell stories
of places and people i could barely dream.
every word more important than the last
you bewilder me.
you move on ice, skating town to town,
i’ve met my match and still can’t melt you.
but water trickles down into dirt,
slowly becomes me
belly up, i wither.
fingers like leeches tell stories
of mud and of currents that drag me
to the wrong place every time
parasitic, you feed.
down in the dirt and
among my own decay,
i am complete.
And a powerful theme.
made some slight changes to reflect the theme better…
I really like the first and third stanzas, they allude to destruction but doesn’t get too heavy handed. It makes me want to know just a little more about why this relationship has not gone well.