why do i feel a surge when i see you
anything that shares a closeness to you in style or otherwise
has the potential to extend my aorta to between my thighs
to send me flying out the nearest hole and where no one can see me transform into a purple child afraid of being seen.
tongue tied and angry. im not cute im grown!
my cries are to convince myself that in you theres no home
but thought and feel are different and where can they both be true?
your life has many elements and mine only has you
i. mean only when i focus all my efforts on attaining the brilliance and the flight i see u perform every day, the love extended to those fortunate enough to recieve it, and even the desperately satisfied taughtness of those who can find the crumbs.
what do i have to give you in order to get what i need from you? what if what i need is nothing you can give away and never see again, what if its a life lived in promise of inevitability...
i would find you at the ends of the earth should you leave.
i could tell you i hated you and send you off but if i did id be embarrassed because i promise id find you. i promise its inevitable.