Abercrombie Knights
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High above clouds shaped
like bunnies and bears,
I tried to find
my peace with you,
but you were never
ready to open up
your dead bolt mind;
to let me see the priceless
Genius
captured beneath
bars of humilty and
unfair words from
knights suited in
Abercrombie, striding hallways
like castles.

And when you weren't
prepared,
with my mention of her name,
red brick walls tore down
down the picket fences of
your mind. I told you then
Dream was only
a word.
But dream was your word,
and she was your dream.
So you bottled up even
more,
leaving me to look
the helpless fool.
And when apologies
waterfalled from your
lips,
they were only words
coated with cement from
your freshly built
Tudor red brick walls.
It wasn't as if
I sat there with
a chisel.
Breaking them was
not my design.
But you kept
building them
high, to keep
unknown nightmares
at bay.

I never wanted to
tare them
(you)
down.
All I wanted was to
love them
(love you).