i am dust accumulating on an open page of the book you forgot to close because you were too excited to open the door for mommy and i think she brought you chocolates tonight.
i am the lint on your shoulder you never seem to notice because you are rushing to get to your interview and you are going to be two minutes late.
i am the the song you play at half past 3 a.m. when you're wondering where everyone is and why aren't they there to comfort you so you listen to a song that pushes you down the cracked cemented floor of your bathroom.
i am the words you never seem to be able to say to that guy that's playing the guitar at the front of the church and you sneak glances at him and smile seeing he's so immersed at what he's doing and that only makes you fall for him more.
i am the habit you never seem to break be it the edge of the blade that permanently tattoos your body with jagged lines or the strong smell of nicotine hanging at the edge of your lips or that hidden ***** bottle under your mattress because you're only fourteen.
i am every tree you look at but never understand.
i am every coffee you drink that never wakes you up.
i am every paper you write on that always gets scrunched up and found on the base of the dust bin at the end.
i am, i am, i am.
i am but a single version of many other things you would never get to fully utilise.

m.j.