Talk big and watch the sky bleed,
mirrored in the lake that is my eyes...

I may not be an angel
this is simple as can be...

Wings don't work
when the world is wet...

Red flares in the back of her mind,
Gagging on the anger welled there...

Mascara smudges
visible in the reflection...

He doesn't even tell me
when he falls in love with another HER...

This rain is falling
again and again...

A little girl
with tears in her eyes...

Cool, crisp air, on a heavy brow
hidding her footsteps behind her on the beach...

A beautiful woman
with eyes that glow...

Sit alone at the table
tick tick tock...

**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...