For Fixation Who Loves Me Back Poem by Amy Marie

The evening dips –
Dips into mourners blue
Like Childhood's perfect paint.

Fury.
Fireflies
Flash like tiny cameras.

A lonely car
Swishes its windy way down
The real road.

You –
You pop your smiling
Cushion face out the window.

Now you shrink
Into
Depths of distance –

But there you go again.
Again.
And again.

Fury.
Fireflies.
You.

Tell me
Fixation my friend
Where may I turn?

You drive by again –
Waving in my still fragile face
The friendship bracelet

You so faithfully
Wear
Around your skinny wrist.

Fury.
Passion.
Fireflies.
Friendship.
You.

And who
Is this “Fury? ”
She's the one who captivates
My peachy hand.
She clutches it and grabs me when

The sky –
Adorned in its evening
Mourners blue –

Veils over me
And my mind
Out of my Lovesick grasp:

My desperate desire for Sadness
Who
May never find me.

As my friend –
My sweet Childhood's friend –
You

Show me the sky –
Show me its blues –
Of Sadness

But lock it away from me.
And
Why?

But Fixation
I love you
Anyway.

Now
Our peachy hands hug.
We smile our toothless smiles

In unison.
Our matching friendship bracelets
Ring

Around our frail wrists
Like twins –
Like the sisters we are.

Gold hearts dangle from them
And clink together
Like keys.

Mine says “Be.”

Your says
“Mine.”