I close my eyes
Because it is easy.
And
I am lazy.
Memories play on cue.
Tears obey gravity.
My watch feels awfully creative
It goes tock tick.
And I do nothing differently
Except, maybe breathe a little slowly.
The beauty in our hate
I open my eyes, they're
Infected by retrospection.
I try too hard to make things look simple.
Because my wisdom
Is a string of pop songs.
So you ask me when we’ll meet.
And I tell you where, instead.
A place called Someday.
You mistake my tattered love
For intellectual ambiguity
And though I’m dying to explain,
I am painfully lazy.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
I close my eyes
Because it is easy.
And
I am lazy.
Memories play on cue.
Tears obey gravity.
My watch feels awfully creative
It goes tock tick.
And I do nothing differently
Except, maybe breathe a little slowly.
The beauty in our hate
I open my eyes, they're
Infected by retrospection.
I try too hard to make things look simple.
Because my wisdom
Is a string of pop songs.
So you ask me when we’ll meet.
And I tell you where, instead.
A place called Someday.
You mistake my tattered love
For intellectual ambiguity
And though I’m dying to explain,
I am painfully lazy.
Late-night poetry.
