Sweet Dreams

I notice we are wrapped in vines, tangled webs of lies. Myriads of colors painting all our scenes. Bedroom, basement, pushed up passion against apartment walls. Paperthin reminders that I'm not alone - sometimes I smell you in the corners of rooms, where you were standing, staring straight ahead. You are pointing your arrow at me, still I am elusive. Quiet and plotting let me show you something - Here is your life line, mine is crossing a scar. A mutilated reminder of what I used to be. Tore up from the floor up, Broken in, Used to nothing. You said it, and oh, that was me. But I'm staring at the moon tonight feeling nothing but clean. Smelling nothing but the scent of myself, the floral of my mind. Hazel eyes creating patterns across the beauty of the starry night.