i long to rest within your skyscraper heart but the stairs are too difficult to climb.
yearning and distant and nonetheless unattainable.
an enigma, a dream, a space within my concrete chest flooded with sparkling sewer water.
you are too much, and i am too little.
you veins pulse with light but i don't know how much longer i can pay the electric bill.
i can't get close without changing.
i cannot float down the river swim through your chest and end up sitting on the sidewalk.
i try and i look up but at the top of your skyscraper heart, i am in a cloud and i cannot see the ground nor feel the pulse of headlights and movement.
we are unrealistic. my arms outstretched but in vain