The ones who followed me,
racing to validation on Saturday afternoon sidewalks
they wanted neat lines and punctuation.
i thought of you soaked in insecurity, marred with the stains of wanting to be someone else
Structure and order.
temple rubbing Tuesday nights, skin shaking standoffs never ending plight
Easy to understand sentences.
i think of you, stomach a mess, presenting your best, wishing somehow this thing would leave your chest
she loved me once, i carried it for life
Words and phrases that were common enough to see your point
staring now through morning eyes at backlit screens with casual darkness shading everything
They didn’t want to read between the lines.
there is nothing else but for me to keep throwing thoughts and thinning my desires trying desperately to fit in
Tell me what to do
or at least not continue this sense of needing your nod.