Tonight,
Sleep is almost as elusive as you

what i wanted was rejected
and what i did was reflected.

what i felt was pseudo
and what i said was ambiguous.

 what i saw was deceptive
and what i loved was manipulative.

Digitally scaled
verbose some forgotten
joyously glorious while others
etched rotten.
Ecosystem's variety
of sorts all begotten.
Providing much, if not all,
for any of our human condition.

If I posted a poem
Containing my feelings,
Would she see it?
Or would it be lost,
Like many other things,
In the silky sands of time?

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.