Maximum exposure.


You can hate me if
that’s what’s on your mind
like those shredded sweaters
You left behind
those tear stain parchments.
those long drawn out goodbyes
blank spaces so we can
keep playing these
guessing games of
X-rayed minds.
Painted skin so you could tell us apart.
That you keep trying to Erase
like a sun exposed film.
And do you really want to take those words                                                                                 back and would it change anything
An over active imagination exposed in the dark                                                                            the storm that eschewed and followed you to the yellowing gate.