intruder

You’re in my head, you’re on my mind
in silver linings intertwined
in all the thoughts that come across
un-coating them like dental floss

and all the ones that once were grey
you light them up and make them stray
like leaves that whirl without an end
in their attempt to never land.

you’re in my way, you block my sight
you fill my head with things I might
and things I will If I’d let you in
a little deeper than my skin

you’d bring your pen to cross my lines
and leave no trace of what confines
you’d blur the edges of my frame
to you the ins and out’s the same

you’d pull out drawers with my thoughts
the coulds and shoulds and woulds and oughts
you’d mess them up and throw them out
beyond the shadows of my doubt.

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