She wears a smile while a frown crowns her face
Her laugh says she’s fine while the tear threatens to digress
She loves a lot while she cuts her losses.
Her words bricks that build and the silence yokes that break
Upon which she sat
As though on a throne
When in fact
What she thought was a backbone
Was no more than that
Confusion sighs a lot like me
Like a part of her wants to believe
And the other merely observes
In that space
That corner of the mind
Confusion speaks up
Desires to be heard
That dark night which one wishes to pass.
The sum of all parts
Outside that space.
Confusion sounds a lot like me
Like something I can see
Like those despicable character types
The ones I know so well
And love to describe…
Yet wonder in what part of that
I am set apart.
I refuse you to be a part of me
The summer glow and winter cap
Too much of a contradiction to me
The weary eyes and constant smile
What is that supposed to mean
The affirmation and confirmation
Resignation and contemplations
A time stealer and happiness thief
Life is too short for thee.