stillfugue

The burning structures crawl anxiously

Through the lids and the eyelashes.

I resist what the day brings.

Breath is short, chest tight, and my mind

Wants to reject all that flows in the circle.

One who loves me seems to dismiss

All that I am. I think of all of the lovers

She has and I know I am but a trinket.

I don’t know her lovers, but I think

They must be better.  She claims she loves me

Unconditionally. I don’t think she lies,

But I cannot be good enough.

I’m unsuitable for all that burns,

And change won’t fix me,

But I clearly need change.