you draw a boundary on my hyaline heart and 
it opens a gash in me like the shattering of a mirror 
I wish that memories were but names in the sand 
erasable; not just you, but whatever that you ebbed with in the river.

between the haunted mind and a possessed one
and the thin line between the desired dream and the floating nightmare...
yes i want you back...but not so much...not... like this...