you always kiss my in betweens,
and it's like you are rubbing salt
in sore cuts or
you are always trying to prove to me
that i'm just thinking too much.
we play cat and mouse when we are bored
because the chase is better than
sitting alone,
but being alone doesn't mean
i'm lonely -
if only you knew what that
entailed,
the taste of simple silence
drowning out everything that
couldn't be
or
the fact that space can
heal more than just cuts.

i guess i value my well being
more than i do about
the little things
that hold
nothing
absolute.