some something sometime

don't get me wrong

I am
not
who I say
you are

I am sick
and don't feel the drugs
like I used to

I am older
and sleep in positions
that say
terrible things about me

and I
(no precious light)
I bleed
the same
shade
every spring

just to reap
to lay
to rest
come the summer

but you!

you close
those backlit eyes
upon
first sight
of falling snow

you burn
bright &
sharp
somewhere inside

yes
I have seen you
change your
shape
but not your
size