Ill Lit Follow

after this i'm coming through
with something new,
just to return anything i stole
from you, and this will bleed
my doubt. when you saw the beauty
it scared you right through me,
but you needn't walk away.
i just talk this way.
and i think you'll find me
quite through with several drinks.
never meant to lend anything
i couldn't leave, and i've seen
you shy to your reckless side.
the slight is that you hate
what you retrieve. to collapse
before retreat, you're pulling
punches in your dreams.
you're the cloudless sky,
i'm the endless night,
and i'll go to bed now,
but i'll stay up thinking
“could have been better,
coulda/shoulda stayed up longer.”
and then just comes the day
when you don't even try
to find me, when you're
back in town and you don't even
like what you say you like.