Entirely unsure of who you are
You waste away onto me
Like masses of brown mush that,
Barely passing for snow,
Seep slowly, slowly
Into the pavement of
City streets.
Your advances are
Indecisive,
Inconsistent,
Inept.
You are piled high.
A crushing burden on my stability.
Hoping that my gusto can hide you from
The Great Indecision.
That festers within you.
That defines you.
Do you see me as a beacon of hope?
Some entirely constructed figure of
All that is sublime?
You are so trapped within the confines of
Your psyche.
You, you, you.
It is like the words that fall from my mouth
Rocket toward the ground,
Never reaching you
Yet you say you love me for them.
All that you are is a crudely constructed form.
Call it developing.
Call it failed.
Call it what you will.
All that you are is a jigsaw puzzle
That should’ve been recalled.
I won’t attempt to analyze the pieces gone.
It is not my job to put you together
Searching tirelessly for parts that will never
Ever, ever
Be revealed.
You claim otherwise.
I say,
I’m done.
You say,
Dot dot dot.
So, you.
So, me.
So it was.
So it will be.
Qué será, será