price to pay

I love this.

The soft pastels of summmer sunrise
blossoming in your cheeks.
While I drip out of your life like coffee.
No difference made
from when it began.
Seeing your smile
but never for me alone.
From the beginning of the start, shoot away from the heart
and now I'm
Praying
I'm not yet forgotten
Wishing
I myself could forget.
My ornate misery being
STOP
wanting it all to
STOP
or all be explained
in the simplicity of emergency.
I wonder if you realize
you hold my well-being in your palm.
Like an ant
who sees your pulsing blue eye
through the blinding magnifying glass
while it bubbles and twists
burning
to explode.
The sun and I hold identical fury.

I love the fact
that the faster I run toward you
the faster you
chamelionize
into the sunrise.