not a poem

i'm up thinking about you again

writing about you again

but this isn't a poem

i'm not putting you in a poem

because you see the poems

they stem from the wounds

they stem from the darkness

and that's not you, is it my dear?

because when i look at you all i want to see

are kaleidoscopes in your eyes

and the sun kissing your hair

and a reflection of the brightest smile

that has touched my lips in years

and if the heat of the summer makes this a mirage

then so be it

i don't want to write another poem

not about you