Last Dance

at a standstill i still poke my head around
corners hoping to see the light of your eyes
touching the walls craning my neck to glimpse
scales of chrome burning blueprints of a hopeful
home i regret letting this fester as long as i have
it takes two to make a team
but my dream where you left me at the altar
hovers behind like a know-it-all shadow
this is my letting go of it this is my sport
sweating and shoving with husks of worship
bludgeoning pop-up thoughts of you in the dark
forgot how you operate let down my defenses
with glee ripped my skin into confetti preemptively
celebrating empty rings and permanent flings
how many suckers have you got stuck standing
at attention how many flies do you let taste
your blood how much do you believe your own
sweet-sounding lies where do you expect
me to be found once it all closes in
was i spellbound into believing it could all go
back to the way it was before tell me tell me
que sabes de amor? biting my tongue
releases my poems from your chest
and touching myself protects the rest of them
from your eyes oh god your sea-stone eyes
i would have kissed them whenever the sun
rises or sets but the sky is black as ink
and babe you missed your chance