Stalemate Poem by Belle Violet

Everyone
Is scum
in their own mind.
You are no more guilty
than me
in life.
I don't love the man
who thinks in circles.
I loved the one
who didn't,
in whirlwinds;

not the jerk.

I see it sometimes,
in your eyes.
When you're you.
It's like you remember me,
from some other time,
but,
I'm in
disguise.
You can't place me,
But complacently,
we're instinctively bound.
It's not the wop,
I assure you.
You die before I
drowned..
But I back you.
I trust you.
Do you?
If you'd treat me better,
then, prove it.
don't pave my suze
with gold bricks
for any boy
who may use this,
if it's special to you.

You don't get what you want
And not make a move.