• I am exactly what I look like,
    but I'd prefer it if you would
    convince me otherwise.
    Playing pretend doesn't sound like a bad idea.
    After all, I followed you like a child.

    After some consideration, I decided
    that I lost the devotion on the way,
    along an overgrown road.
    And I followed your trail in the dust,
    trusting, faithful, like if I got to where you went,
    I could be home.

    There was a summer sky
    that made me recall your words.
    Well, I don't know what you said, exactly
    because the sun was exhilarating,
    so I was too dazzled
    to do anything but crawl to you
    for a simple smile.

    Eventually I stopped,
    and watched the path twist on,
    towards a silver sky with jagged edges, already pointing
    with accusatory glances
    to the delicate lines painted
    across the backs of my hands.
    I fell back and contemplated the idea of a ceiling.

    In the little retreat I built just for you,
    so venomous was the air
    that I breathed to the point of asphyxiation
    and played hide-and-seek
    with my self-assurance.
    I guess I've never been very good at children's games.