Complexity Painting

I cant help the sharp clatter of rational thought onto well-worn wood,
Or the hitch in your breath
Or the song that you sent me last year when you kept me innocent.

I refuse to change you
No matter what you say.
Because your words still sound like a soft staccato
Along my throat
And your breath still tastes silver on my lips

I fought too hard for this
To change you.

And you eyes are still that same pristine swath of color that travels through my senses.
I refuse
To feel the velvet of your palm brushing mine melt away.
Because my hand feels empty without yours

I refuse to change you

Even though the gray-shaded clouds in my head are trying to tear you to pieces.
We've simply been too far.