the thick of you

I made this mess

in the thick of you;

the tangled, stuffy bits

with their shades

of distrust

their claws.

It's tired to hate

better to let them

wrap around ankles

and neck

body quiet.

No one will hear

me on the inside

and you on the out

loud in their eyes

louder than me.

I made this mess

and you remain

clean.

I made this mess

and you remain

good.

I made this mess

and you remain.

You made this mess

in the clean of me;

the untouched bits

shouting for air

where nothing breathes.

You made this mess

and I

remain.