Alyssa

You sing your song while I listen with my good ear. I'll write you the poem that you've always wanted to hear. The words aren't mine. They aren't even real. Stolen, mangled and lacking appeal. Then they are just letters that shift into lines. Broken and scattered leaving nothing behind. You'll sing on, but I can not be sweet. My good ears are gone. I'll gladly give up my seat. Now here I am. Just as the words, the letters, and the lines. Fragmented deep down like space and time. This is where we are and I know what I need to be. Just the strange girl that I never wanted you to see.