fingers

sometimes when i wear you on my finger, your head is upside down.
i dont always speak in riddles.
i hate speech.

o the torturous we.
inescapable
my minds vocabulary is trapped in.
when asked questions it pops up. or just you.
but never me.
is this how its supposed to be.

and to the others
i think of you always
i wear you like a hood
and you don't always protect me
from all that you should
why did our paths ever cross
will you ever hold me again
even if it is just for a moment in your eye.
i am lost with this i.

who am i without you.
why is there no more.
will you forget?
or do you think about the rainy days when we met

don't let me disappear... again.

to the disinegrating:

i want to be like you.

fade.

nothing makes sense
but its all in its right place.