I’m sorry I didn’t ask you how you were
As we tumbled down the stairs
Like soldiers in formation
I’m sorry for not tapping on your shoulder
And saying howdy how’s it going
Instead of staying silent
Humming like a torch’s bulb.
You see my hair was sticking to my cheeks
Stuck something silly like a tangled mess of hay
And my face was clogged with sweat
From the day’s struggle and strife
I’d picked at my fringe and prodded it sideways
Toppling over my eggy forehead
In a bid to reduce what I saw in the mirror
A ghost, a thief, a terrifying mirage
That burned holes in my outer shell
And poured its poison through them.
You see I wasn’t in a fit state to speak to you
I didn’t want your first impression to be
A slippery, oily mess of a girl
So I left you to glide down the stairs amid a sea of strangers
While I stayed back, coolly
Deranged and broken.