Fashion is dead

I've known for years now
long enough that I don't remember feeling another way,
That I can't cultivate beauty

It crumbles in my hands like freshly formed sugar
and stains the counter

It leaves strands behind in bathtubs and sinks
until I am disgusted by its memory

It clings to the lines in my palms
persistent like people who know how to get their way

The minute I say it, its beyond my control
to give it the meaning it was intended for
So I show you,and I'm at your mercy
So I trust you and I'm full of fear
Just when we thought we'd won
Just when we thought we'd won

The thing that puzzles me is your apparent patience
your commitment to common ground, that it can be found
when we don't know what we're looking for
that you can figure me out
when I'm deforming and morphing out of the corners of my eyes

See I've always known that you can't cultivate beauty
it dries with your tears and fades with the light

It drowns with the dawn, collides with the sky
just when you've written it down
and copyrighted it

just when you've written it down

you are disgusted by its memory