i feel
Complexity
oft times guilt that I can't hide
or abstain
on things that should, for the moment
stay
hidden
Released in peace

I don't want to work

to force clothed words
out of the hole in my
skull

I want to draw

to worship reality
with
my mineral fingers

Maybe I'm selfish and mean,
but I require more than passing phrase,
more than 'I miss you'.
I feel slighted and set aside
in your happiness.

Maybe I'm not able
to without bias,
consider what is best for you.
Taking a step back might be
the right way.

Just don't martyr yourself
in the search for
her happiness.

time is meaningless
yet ultimately
all that matters
runs by time

we race time
in the search for each other
without intention
running
side     by     side
looking the same way

Sometimes I worry
That I've said too much
too little
Cut over             Or out
Used the wrong words
Hurt you
With bumbling use
Of my native language

The paradoxical irony
Of feeling well read
But unable to write myself
To be read well