memories

you stole me. it didn’t take long--

the way blue met black like the earth

when you stared--

it was like, well,

it was something, alright.

and then after using an entire box of tissues

i looked into the garbage and wished you were there

playing around

like a child on a starry sea.

my questions always came

with no answers

and i never felt at home,

sleeping awake and dreaming alone

for everyone to see.

when i realized my prison

was the film chamber of your old camera,

i destroyed the negatives

and crawled through the shutter.