Caught sight of the man with the feelings again
Catching his slink in shop windows
Magnified in glass and ill-fitting doorways
Didn’t want answers
Just for him to hold my face in his hands
Tell me it’d be ok
Instead
I got the smoke from his roll up and that self-satisfied smile
The one that says he’s told me so before
Fuck him
Why does it have to come to overload in public
When I know that it’s just my reflection after all
I’d kill for a life of straight lines
And not give you time or money
For this one made up from second guesses
All desire for a break in someone else’s silence
I’d spend my time on mindfulness
But that only means drinking two bottles later instead of one
So for now let’s settle
On taking secret swigs from the dregs left by the other
And waiting on replies for things I wished I’d said