uninspired

i knew we were flawed.

two broken bodies trying to find the right thing in the right people

sometimes 'right' can be wrong

because the more i gave

the less you wanted

the more i wanted

the less you gave

we weren't the magic i told my friends.

we weren't the mess you made us out to be.

we both knew we...

just weren't.

still:

our pretending was for hope

the last piece of me holding out

and one of the many you had rearranged to fit wrong in your shape

so i kept giving

my words on a string that led to your hands

pulling, pulling, pulling

and finally nothing.

you took that string

left the mess for me to clean

and flew like a bird on the wings of truth

now i'm dull

uninspired

out of words and solidity and 'right'

the ghosts will keep me here for now