Crossing Over

Once more I look to see myself in the streaks and smudges of time. My life is rippling there in the reflections of my watering eyes. It hurts to see so clearly. It hurts to have this clarity but not really see at all the things that need doing.

I see you though, there on old town loop making the most of your own misery. One minute a smile, the next a moan, and then the next a flash of gnashing teeth. You move between your emotions so well. They bend for you like comforting friends obeying every command. I wish mine would behave so well for me. Because they don't, our bright and shiny thing has finally turned cold and dark. I am done hurting myself for you. I can't make sense of it anymore...as if I ever did. I knew all along you were never crossing lines for me. Today though, I know I won't ever cross another for you.

-JF