Tell me how the critical man
of me can reach the flawed conclusions
of causality in the face of
limited distractions.

Could the very nature of
my reckless search for entropy
make me
burn lean
when there is not enough
conflict for character resolution
and the consequent freedom.

They say that each new draft of
A poem is a new poem all to itself.
I would prefer to believe in revision
over reinvention
But I have never believed in
Incompletion -
If you are in you should be raising the stakes.

I withdraw sometimes to think about
Fear and luck or my dislike
Of accidental rhyming.
I have learned so much but
The curve will flatten.
I will be bored soon and manic
To make something happen.

"The problem is rarely that things are too hard,
Just that they are hard in ways that we don't expect them to be"

I don't like the way that he cheapened you
And sometimes it still makes me sad to
Imagine you in the middle of nowhere
North Carolina without bright city lights
Reflected in your eyes.

To be honest,
The things I was so sure about
Back then
Just aren't so constant anymore.
If I changed then I'm sure you can too.
I still miss the meter of your lips - the
Slant rhyme of your wrists and the
Symbolism of this.

You are a new poem now - maybe
You don't need that anymore.
I hope that you changed for
The first time in your life -
I hope you don't think you've made a mistake.
I hope that you still think of me
Because I still think about you.

I want you to be happy but I
Don't know that you are
Right now.