a conundrum to deconstruct, but only if you will.

you speak with the silence.
i don't know how it works.
your mouth moves in the correct patterns,
but no sound escapes those lips.
you are a mystery to me.

i think i like this too much.
the game of give and take.
then again,
it's only inside my head.
that airport terminal.
you're passing through.
no delays this time.
i wish i could've caught you in the blizzard.
but you got your way,
with clear blue skies.
so move onto the next one.

i sit and stare at myself in the mirror.
the invisible(s).
deconstruct myself for you.
what is it worth?
when all those others are playing too.

i need a rookie.
i need a saint.
all you are is a patron of deceit.
good luck to you in this, or any other, life.
i can promise you one thing,
if nothing else.

you will give new meaning to lonely heart's club band.

microphone, can ya hear me singing?

...shit.
i am forgetful.
losing my place in line, all the time.
where did the longest nights go?
wide awake and bleary eyed.
starry sky.
i don't know where the poison went.
but i can still feel it.
you are the toxins,
clouding my head.
i'd rather be anywhere instead.
why am i always cold?
are my veins freezing completely?
no,
that's not it at all.
i've lost my warm heart.
it's two sizes too small, or, maybe,
not there at all.
i don't care (what you think)
at least, i'm alive.
momentary lapses on my mind.
so, like i said,
i'm forgetful.
wait...
what was i saying again?