Hopefulness

I'm a pin cushion
to my own mind

There were promises
that made a perfect plaster cast:

“I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin.” [1]

I appreciate
his lack,
of predictability, and yet your total
obviousness, at that.

Am I behaving so obscenely
that your eyes
cant absolve to meet
mine, so cleanly?

Like a conscience
he speaks so wearily
when all I want to do
is assure him so terribly
he's a rarity
such dexterity.

For now be faithful
as I have only one match

it's to burn the ideas that are killing me.

But believe me
when this is over

i'll set you alight and we can dance alone in the flames.

[1]-Mark Zusack, "The Book Theif"