orange in concrete

there was nothing i could do to stop it.
like a skateboard in the sand.
like so many paper clips holding the clouds together, you. look. ridiculous.
trying to piece my trust together with glue.

you would never have dared to let it fall,
had you seen just how far the temperature can run.
masoquistic, hedonistic, hopeful pathetic mess of a girl.
would i have ever know that you would find the key.
you're messing with the wrong set of locks
and honey,
you don't want to see what comes out.

Pacifist bombardier of an almost too perfect measure of time.
a vacillating promise of the too sincere.
and a quivering of lips that suggested the barest glint of guilt.
if such a sociopath redemption such as yours can feel such a thing.
if such a numbness dares to kneel.
if such a fear deserves to scream.

i am no longer.
the kamikaze jumper.
i am no longer.
the fallen angel
in search of wings to steal.