Wishing Well

My eyes twist


Fall down the stairs

into the deepest 

wishing well



to see you again 


Your words

wrap around 

my waist

arms that 

take me back 


they taste


like home. 


My poeticism brought you here

Brought your fingers through

my hair

Brought your breath on my 


But it's my words-- 

They're why you left.


How could this be,

You are not warm anymore.

You are not home anymore. 


Take your hands off of me

Untangle yourself from my 


Like my curly hair

Under the warm shower

Crawl into the drain

There's no need for you 



The lipstick 

glosses off my

Too pink lips.

This girl is anew.

And no,

She does not need you.