you say, it’s just the
Winter Blues
(and no i) won’t go on
this way forever

reflecting grayer skies in my
nightfall eyes

and surely this will things will life can only
[never true, absolutes]
“get better” from here on out

i see your point (dully)
but forgive me this: i’ve never been an
easy kill, and
syntax matters not my pretty liar
such silly softening semantics slipping smoothly
for love is never love until it’s chaos

catch that? no, (you.
you and) your incisive smile
leave no lines between to read

and ( screaming parentheses.