my shadow always has the same expression
when we come face to face,
and it always stares into my eyes
though I can’t really tell.
my shadow always has
its lips around the edge
of an upside down bottle
while laying on the ground wherever I walk
or leaning against a wall.
it doesnt say much
but it shows too much, to myself-
some things I’d rather not see,
and throws its heart
to anyone with a shadow;
but that’s everyone in this world.
spliced at my feet
a dark shape follows my every step
And I think its my downfall,
but then again it only does
what its told.