I swore, took a sacredly personal
oath, that I would never come back.
I wouldn't look over my shoulder
and doubt, staying focused on
the white glow leading the way.
But I was weak, and I found myself reaching into
the crevices of where I left you.
No one knows, and I don't think I can truly explain it anyways.
We've ended up somewhere
in the projections of what
everyone else thinks this is,
and I don't have the heart to tell them they are all wrong--
except for maybe that one person.
Over there. Sitting objectively in
the back corner, who knows every
single step of my impossible dance.
Nothing surprises them.
But for the rest? It's not what they think.
YOU ARE READING
TO FAIL SO FLAWLESSLY
PoetryEDITS IN PROGRESS: A prose-poetry chapbook exploring themes of insecurity, doubt, lost fabrics, and what it means to fail so flawlessly.
