s e r e n a d e s

serenades i am not worthy of
with melting morals and a slippery mind
my, my, my spirits skunked in dirty shrapnel
a life’s worth of worthless collectables
you wouldn’t dare be brave enough to enter
this state i am in
this place beyond the sun where the light and dark
have become one
what would you know about that?
you smile with ease and even your pain is dulled
with your twinkling enthusiasm bubbling up with every
shiny new, new toy
 still, this is what i love in you
yet, what do you do with this love?
you walk away--
unscathed
—are you?
while the darkness opens up the floor beneath me
are you watching?
i’m performing the grand act of mediocre surviving
are you watching?
yes. you are watching.
so, watch this:
serenades i am not worthy of
turned into dusty diamonds i sparkle on myself
my slippery, sanded mind
casting webbed spells
bending every truth into convenient tale
and you won’t ever know me again 
as that girl,
​your girl