you didn’t call
with sleight of hand
you stole me away
and not to keep
to sprinkle
to dish out
to sweep
and scatter
any place but home
and when you were
home
and when you were alone again
you didn’t call
and i’d held you softly
and now i hate you for it
i don’t like to feel so beyond my own control
i don’t like to feel like a stranger to myself
the way you hide from you
i think it makes me scared
i think it makes me hide from me too