after this i’m coming through   with something new,   just to return anything i stole   from you, and this will bleed   my doubt. when you saw the beauty   it scared you right through me,   but you needn’t walk away.   i just talk this way.   and i think you’ll find me   quite through with several drinks.   never meant to lend anything   i couldn’t leave, and i’ve seen   you shy to your reckless side.   the slight is that you hate   what you retrieve. to collapse   before retreat, you’re pulling   punches in your dreams.   you’re the cloudless sky,   i’m the endless night,   and i’ll go to bed now,   but i’ll stay up thinking   “could have been better,   coulda/shoulda stayed up longer.”   and then just comes the day   when you don’t even try   to find me, when you’re   back in town and you don’t even   like what you say you like.