untitled #339

I've cited your imperfections
The pinkie in your ear; the callus on your feet
The smile that fails to connect in the corner
leaves off a centimeter a light-year away from forever
What am I?
A stranger in the distance
Lost daydreaming
Fantasy's flimsy grasp on reality
The crust in your eyes
A piece of your cake
The whisper of a promise

penn station

Unrequited and quiet
The seams; they bust. They tear. They fray
A surge that steeps
From love gone awry
Immerse and let go
Free from misgivings
Free from the most tyrannical hold known to man
A pull at the heart strings
A tug in the wrong direction
Web spun from collected misery
Flowers bloomed from the seeds of discontent
Life aches
The bellowing of malcontent
The fever of a cold dark place
Way way down