maybe you were right.

in every way
it didnt stand on edge
the way we wanted it to
forced back and believed
to distance yourself the way
a distant glance fades from the eye
but you decipher still
tepid air
stale touch
the way you came to the moment of past premonition
pale compromises behind the veils of justified worlds
tongue on my back
downward
shake your head to say no
shake your head and let the words fall off your shoulders
stumble to the ground
i will pick them up
i will follow their trail
before i say goodbye
and not turn round
round like i turn
but woulnt
because its to hard to
carry words on burden
maybe you were right
in every way
to say what you said
i havent loved the way love should love
disowned by trust itself
i could place a thousand words on the rim of your heart
then swallow them back into the abyss of my constant
a place to put you
you are a scar on my left hand
a burrow in the skin
in deep rememberance
and thats what you will be
there are no sorted stories in remain