I wanna share
all my poetry with you
but then you might
think
its
stupid
trivial
short
and
unremarkable.
Just like me...?
An insecure 'artist'
with too many
feelings.

It feels like it will
never end with these friends
until it does
until we barely
keep in touch
until every inside joke
or hug
I can't remember
how did it feel
to be apart of them
wait I'm alone now.

There was something
strange about your
demeanor
like you were
trying to place me
but couldn't quite
figure out where...

Listen.

I'm not easily
placed.
I can't be easily
figured out.
My ******
expressions
and body language
are incongruous
nonsense.
My body itself
is a polygon
with undefined
sides and length.
You'll never calculate.
You'll think you have the
answer a dozen times
before you do, and
then you still won't.
We all know you're
predictable as ****, but
I'm not.
I don't compute.
I am not a number.
I am more like a force.
A deep feeling in
your gut you ignore.
That you follow and then question.
The purpose of a pilgrimage
that started with someone different.
Just go with it.

I am good at ******* yes.
Once you've kissed my holy *******
there is nothing more to discover.
You'll know me inside and out.
Touched me in a way no one else has...laughs
Let's just go with that.

You'll never know
where the wild things grow
where crevices meet hands
where promises still stand
where sunflowers
reach beyond heads.
When was the last time
you frolicked?
Will you frolick with me
now?
Grab my hand
let's go
before it gets dark.

Wake up and
beat the sun.
Run along the
cool pavement.
Drink air.
Wind head
walking home
for eggs
and coffee,
wishing this
moment could
live forever,
without tiring.

You are not an imposter.

Look at the cumulous clouds.

They're everywhere.

They do whatever the **** they want.

I stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back.