poem: crush

you were not supposed to do this to me. this is not

fair, this is not

what I wanted. please get out of my mind

and stay brilliant

somewhere else. Don’t you understand? Everywhere you

are and I am,

there is so much in the air, I cannot breathe:

Color still chokes.

soft death is still death, just dressed up

in pretty adolescent colors.

I still cannot

cannot breathe

I breath

cannot