unfinished...(draft 4.2)


i hate this feeling of ineloquence
seeing you not seeing me
you turn my utter confusion
into a feeling of pure delight,
as shades of gray turn to white
piece by piece
you take the whole
yours to break, yours to ignore
like a thief, you come uninvited
to make ripples in the pond
slowly the ice starts to melt
but tides rush in only to recede
then this insanity will begin to end
only to start over again
time and time again