This sadness
seeps into my skin.
Every saline drop that falls
from my eyes.
My arms carry the weight of
elbows to knees,
sullen teenage blank canvas
In retrospect I'm too old
to be this tragic.
I want what I cannot have
and like a baby
someday maybe
I'll have a way to pacify
these faults
because you are the wheel
spinning on this cycle
and I am heading into traffic
helmetless.
All the while
never thinking about
anything but you.
It's dangerous to fall in love
With love.