Analysis of black

retreading dispensed words roamed
behind thick words from you  
accumulates into dark clouds  
hitting me like dark guilty rain ....  
thirsty grounds embrace it ....  
waiting for my return to quench exhaustion ... 
then I blame the echos  
that’s scraping me, hanging me ...
suspended by my secrets, like your earrings ....  
that ends the age of innocence ....  

So complicated yet so clear .....  
taste the skin on my tongue....  
I hate to feel that I’m so behind  
sorting personalized shadows  
you left deep behind in me  
with my weakness stretched thin  
to judge whom of you hurt me ....  

Nothing but the naked trees of winter ....
suffering insomnia like me ...  
the blanket of the morning light...  
overextended its welcome ...  
the tick tok of the clock, out of sync ...  

here I am, dicing your name into letters  
dissecting your photograph into pixels  
wondering why I’m so attracted to you
wasting my life...  
while all you've got is time ...