I try to meet you
Around the shot glass
But still i face a wall – it’s a lake really drowning in the feeling that i know you so well i could love you
It’s the deep end. Lifeguards look the other way, and standing on the opposite of parallel river sides you barely see me
How can i try when I’m barely half of you? Point five of an incomplete?
The waves pound harder it’s not working – lives that are irrelevant, boundaries defining the other
You go out to smoke with that other girl instead. I’m nothing like her she’s looks, lyrics, the sexuality of chaos, mess, art
I’m not art. I’m clumsy lines that don’t quite finish well –
An awkward hug – pushing me to the ground would have been less mortifying.
Sunlight and moonlight disconnection.
And then the odd moments as you press against me shyly stepping away from your artwork
Balance. See the rice grains? The way time counts hurt away? The way you don’t need me
Somehow the winds changed.
And i’m confusedly trying to trace this to the first moment you let me hug you as a platonic lover – as a friend.
– still it might not last, might not mean a thing
Might all end so for now, this is exquisite pain.
Not a romantic conundrum but a person i really admire as a friend and so can’t help but love in the most innocent of ways!