she's.just.crazy

it all came back around this time
because she hates the slight hopes he gives her
'maybe' someday has gone & past
everything is black and white again
there is a certain envious air to the way she walks
accentuated by the lack of peers within a ten foot radius
'there she goes', they say
they whisper about her ripped jeans and set jaw
sometimes when he looks at her
she feels too exposed
she met him one evening, bundled & clothed
he unwrapped the fabric as if she was some sort of rare fruit
he unwound her soul as if it was a barrel of spirits
past & present gushing out in a quiet torrent of feeling
now he wants to peel off her skin
after that, then unzip her ribcage
finally, when he has uncoiled her genes and lived
every
single
second
of her eyes
he will try to put her together...
but there are some pieces that can't stick back where they belong
being ripped apart too much takes a toll on her skin and it can't stretch the way it used to
he'd try ribbon and glue and tape and twine
fusing the tissue back together with kisses and a desperate sinking feeling
of loss
so he'd go to the sink and wash of his hands
unable to meet his eyes in the mirror
'she's crazy', he would try to assure himself
'she's just crazy'

Credits: A Softer World for photography