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If a lobster is a regret, then a regret is not a lobster.
The lobster is just is, it cannot have regrets,
yet it is a regret.

Although, the regret is fully a lobster,
with its claw and such of course-
it is not not not a lobster.

I have not lobsters in my system,
but many regrets.




what

I flip over the wood chip,
only to realize that there is a little ant
dangling on the belly of that wood.

I wish I could say that I led the ant live,
that it prospered and brought heaps of
food and sugar to its kingdom
.
.
.
.
But instead I killed it

Is this right? Was this haste?
Can I let another person be interlaced?
To share my burdens and celebrate my joys
Twisting and changed; a girl meets boy

I can't seem to find any reason in my decisions
Her eyes, her hair, and her voice interrupt my straight visions
Should I be careful? To let it grow naturally and blossom so?
Should I be carefree? To make it through some ancient vertigo.

It's important to realize such boundaries ahead,
Days and days of longing letters unread.

But then I saw how beautiful she is.
Her black dress and our lips touching on swings-
I forget about all my walls,
and have faith: my heart and all.

Seas of memories drool into my sight,
memories of joy and things bright

I hope

Your portrait is forever painted on my heart
How can I ever pay you back this art?

And when you leave, the colors start to fade away
So, give me back those colors



and stay.

If you can still feel it-
The warm wind that rushed into our lungs,
while we drove straight into an inevitable
iron judge-
Please let me know.

Because your deadly silence
pulls the green, rancid thoughts out of my mind-
Prioritizing comeback-arguments and
glass-shattering-jealously
over our lost harmonies and simplicities.

To open my eyes,
To remove the black and white filters of staged Polaroids,
To realize the naïveté of dying campfires,
And to strip the layers of paint from our canvas,
Calls for forgiveness.
Forgiving you.
Forgiving me.

It calls for change and allowing the dams I’ve
artificially placed immeasurable love into,
to wither,
So the natural rivers can flow.
To allow the ecosystem to thrive.

To move on-
I put on my old sweater.
It smells of loneliness, heavy browns, and protection-
A wall to my heart.

Please forget the combination to the lock on my dreams,
If you can hear my silent tears.
I beg of you in the key of F major.