Talking to a wall

In town you're passing me
passing
where you
bought that dress that burned
just like your hair.

Could never be how you prefer
girls to be
how you prefer.
Always be
and never changing
Interspaced and rearranging
words
that don't make sense
sometimes and lines
that fit between our fingers

Go home and you will find me
in the doldrums
those dull, dead doldrums
Traps where I am trapped for days
on end on end
and in the end
I much prefer myself when I am not entirely all there