Too MuchToo many minutes masqueradedMore Like This
as hours, for anything to alleviate
Too many silences were allowed
to lapse, before we attempted
to bridge the gap.
Now it’s too late
to evade the trap.
It’s in ruins and I have no idea how
to go about picking up the pieces.
Maybe I'd better just turn away
and accept this lonely season.
Resign myself to the fact my
pride ends up paying a fee,
When I step outside
my zone of safety.
Only to wave my care
about like a torero's cape.
Exposing the hope of my
heart finally finding a
You Are ....You'reMore Like This
the circuits that trip,
the trembling of my lips,
the tension in my wrists.
the bloody knees that I get,
when the wrong track's wet,
and I slide across pavement.
the anxious tears that tend to collect,
whenever I don't know where you went,
as I wait for you to return, any moment.
the aching loneliness of a cold bed,
the hurricane inside my damn head,
the sweetness of what desire's said.
the worry that causes many a sleepless night,
poems that illustrate helplessness and fright,
pressure inside my chest uncomfortably tight.
It must be...