good at not feeling
and not thinking about you
if i slip
heart thuds
light dims
i hear our low voices
the music floating
the air is hazy
soft smiles
hair in the light
fingers touching
lines on your face
and i am slipping
back back back

in order to
r e f l e c t back
i like to be a m i r r o r

If I could get an instant
A view
A triangle of thought
Of every individual person’s
Version of me
Would the view extend far enough?
Could I finally see
Who I am?

i think my education
must have been heavy
on the
analyzing.

i'm expanding outward
in many waves,
or many ways.

long days and nights
that you haunt my heart
chest at once contracting
then heaving
a sick empty pain
and there is no way to escape
there is no room for hope
there is no way to happiness
there is no way to you.