Red.

Little stained voices
Stuck in the floor
when I spent my years
slipping them under the door

Contact to contact
what was skin to skin?
Your red rose for conflict
My large voice for win

And the way our troubles
slept tight in our bones
making not a sound to stay alone

Was it the gesture we sought for
and slowly turned red,
or the hope we could live both for one?

I can't not rhyme sometimes.

Across the country into your heart
The one you thought would never start
the fields and open space you crave
You finally learned my name

Suitcases and luggage to bring to me
of things you thought you'd never need
slipping resisting my hands outreached

I wasn't what you thought I'd be.

A different shape.

All your abusement
you use as amusement
I find it hard to see
I find it hard to see

and the way your hands grow
from the bitter heat
around my feet
when I try to leave

You just have to let me go
I have no complications
My feathered face for flying
and my wings are slowly dying, slow

Please let me go
I have no clear directions
I'm just individual sections
sewn in different shapes than you.

Flaws. (quick poem. No thought.)

Just hold me
hold me
please don't drop me

I'm just a baby after all
don't let me fall

Hold me
Hold me
Please just hold me

I'm just a baby afterall
afterall

I know just what they're saying
interpreting their words
But I don't understand the action
the complicated spilling verbs

I know just what they're doing
I've seen it heard it all
But I feel just like a baby
tumbling tripping into fall

I feel so small
too big to be small
I feel so tall
To small to be tall
I feel the words
but they're too long
I hear the colors
but they're too strong

I'm just the year to know their flaws
when they let me tumble into fall.

I'm just a baby afterall,
I'm a baby afterall.