Forrest.
You make me feel small-
er than I am. Like a
termite, something icky- I’m
not picky, but it’d be nice if you
could smile once or twice for me.
You make me feel small-
er than I am. Like a
termite, something icky- I’m
not picky, but it’d be nice if you
could smile once or twice for me.
I can’t trust myself with
mountaintops-
to be so high and not to fly…
It’s dangerous.
Faith.
And like tin soldiers,
the all fell down. Letting
me down one at a time,
rusted and so meaningless?
Silly me for having faith in
something solid. What a
waste.
The Way?
And who’s to say
you’re not almost there
anyways?
Anyways, they don’t know.
And maybe the way is a
pathway of doors, those
ones you choose and
lose are reasons
to keep walking. Entrances
and exits of another
exist. We’ve lost ourselves to
windows, but what do we
really have to look through?
Just do.
Ice crusted your
eyelashes like
crushed glass and
I got lost in your
eyes while
you told me you
hated me.
Slipstream.
It’s going to be like
it’s always been.
Maybe.
Relaxing into metaphors of
open doors and endless
hallways- hand in hand
together like we’ve
been here before.
Did you find me or was I
just waiting?
Regenerate.
And your body goes
from numb to nothing-
is it even there anymore?
A chastity belt of lists,
numbers rule all tonight.
Forever.
Let’s skip stones over this
river of consciousness that
has you dying now.
You’re so much more than this,
you know.
You’re beautiful tonight.
Forever.
