Apr 11
introduce yourself as the first boy who doesn’t
cry; a stoic memory of the non-poet
still there’s poetry in your eyes and your touch
you’re not my first obsession
this love is all too familiar
I’m happy to be back here
I never thought I’d be back here
it’s a warm passion that takes over me
it’s an unbearable weight of feeling alone
a time clock I’m delighted to see spin
but equally as afraid of what it’s going to show me
all over again
Yes, my love, how sweet it is but I think I know
where it goes
I hope this time it doesn’t take me under
| 4.11.26
