idbailey23

Is it my fault you looked?
that I "gave you reason to",
from what I see,
the only blame,
Shifts from me to you.

it's uncomfortable to think,
that one could say so easily,
that I was wrong,
that you were right,

When I stopped myself in time,
I watched a thousand lives,
A thousand separate paths
Of bees from different hives.

One stood behind the counter,
one by the bathroom door,
others knew what they had next,

The familiar unfamiliar,
she washes thought away.
Rational never helps you,
when she's tapping with her cane.

echos through a tunnel,
Or maybe many rabbit holes,
she never speaks a word to me,

Tonight I can't sleep,
I haven't written in a while,
my canvas laid blank,
awoken from insomnia.

the train gave me muse,
the sound of horns through my fan,
at midnight,
like singing angels,