Tuesday, July 28, 2015



Each drag fills me with a familiar kind of guilt I have known all these years
A faimliar kind of good
Meanwhile
His voice brings me somewhere I wanna get carried away to
A state I didn’t think I’d ever want to go back into
Something I thought I won’t ever want to go through
A jigsaw without pieces to put together
But us two
Ghosts of a funny puzzle even a fool would not laugh at
Almost nonexistent save for a punch in the chest I want to fill with
Anything but you.
But you are the only one here and I do not want to make a choice

Again