something about the way it
gets dark in the summer
makes me miss you,
which is strange, because
most days i pray my path
does not stumble close to yours.
but
when the day looks around
with those eyes, and decides
to "change into something
more comfortable."
i sort of come undone,
shades of grey towering
over me,
leave goosebumps on my skin.

due dates are piling up
around me,
left old and abandoned in
the corners of my eyes,
but i put everything off,
and i guess i
put you off, too.
yeah, that sounds like me.

more often than not,
i do something my blood
tells me is a little impulsive,
and then my heart, once all is
processed, reminds me that
i'm not the type.

my phone does not ring,
and i do not live
very critically.