We dance in circles
Made of salt
Seasoned
With each turn
With each step
Making our intentions
Known

You are not
Some sacred flower
Worthy of
all
And subject to none
But
Like a flower
You can
**** yourself

I keep thinking about you
Fear overrides my patience
I wish life were lived on
The surface, sometimes
I wonder if everyone
Else feels
The same
Or maybe the subtle
Communication
And
Bravery of relationships
Is some form of currency
For a country I
Haven't heard of

I don't know how to write
About you
Your onset was not acute
One
It was the methodical build up of
An unchangeable phenomenon
An epidemic
Too
And now you have been implanted
With such subtlety and grace
That I convinced myself I was in control
Again
I wait
While this weight breaks me
And I prepare to solve another puzzle

I feel like
There is someone behind me
just pushing me along
Like those levels on old video games where if the left side of the screen
caught up
To you
You died
You remember those?
Thats what life is
To a ******* T
Nintendo was foreshadowing the inevitability of time and death
When we were 8 years old
and we had no clue
We just wanted
The Italian plumber
To eat as many mushrooms
as possible
Which was some foreshadowing
In its own right
I guess
What im trying to say is
Life is hard man

I find loneliness
To be
Paradoxical
In that
Such a deep hurt
Always opts for the knife
Of its creation
Over the salve
Of its savior

Familiar failure
Is the comfort zone
Of addiction