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.