Nothing.
                                                        ­                             I am lying,
Lying.
Chilled Sweaty Feet.                                              Gross.
Being Gross and
the other too.
                                                       Won't say it twice
                                                        out­ of respect for you.
Rude people.
                                                    It is not they lack social graces,
                                                     it is they don't like other faces,
                                                     than their own.
Everything.
                                                ­    I am lying again, all the time.
Generalizations
Selfishness.
Feelings of
impending doom,
life for me may end
by noon, tomorrow.
                                         I am on the clock, tick, tock
                                         There is more sand in the bottom
                                          of the hour glass, no way to turn
                                          it over and no refills allowed.
Yesterday.
Helplessness.
Haters.
                       ­            Do I sound like I drink
                                   from a bitter cup?
Waiting...               oh...My time...is up.

float to me

lean on me

I will catch you

weak as the legs

I use to stand

may be,

lay it all on

me,

& I will

requite your

trust with all

the love I have

ever had to

give, just call

I know

you need a

friend, & here

I am;

a stranger

i remember the time
i told you all of my secrets  that one night
you drove me home

"please don't hate me"
i kept repeating
you looked at me all wide eyed as if
that thought had never crossed your mind

your innocence
should have
rubbed off on me

i still wish there could have been something different
i had said or done
that would have made you
stay

you made me feel accepted that night
but it was short lived
as all good things are

my heart was too malleable
for you
i will always envy your
penchant for detachment

ghosts.
too many ghosts.
ghosts and broken bones.
corners of bones, they're all sad.

Do I miss you
Because
You're far?
Do I miss you
Because
It's been awhile?
Why do I miss
What do I miss
What what oh what
Is amiss?
Is it the absence
Of you?
The distance
Of you?
Am I night
Missing the moon
The twinkling of stars
All the strangers around me
Not bright enough
To lure me out of the dark
Corners that I hide; that I lurk in?
Or am I grass
Missing the sun
The warmth
The fiery burn
Motionless too long
Without a light breeze?
Or am I the shore
Still feeling
The splash
Of your farewell
Long after
You've waved
Goodbye?
APAD13 - 093 © okpoet

She told me
I reminded her of LSD.
I always changed her world
but it was guaranteed that
I would leave.