Without the bird, would we look up? Without the ant, would we look down?  If our souls never reached out would we learn to love the other? I believe there is no bird or ant if we never learn loves direction.  Curiosity.

A pair, north and south
Whose love cancels each one’s doubts
Find their way, always

Gazing within
I see only misdirection.

I'm at a crossroads of
                                Self.


But I want to go in two
           Directions.
      
So here I am looking at
        The sunset.
      As the moon rises.

And realise that every direction
          Is one I can take.
    I just have to take my time.

knowing there is no way
i can meet you
being aware of
the distance between us

makes me think
about
how i have put you
in a shelf
where you might not
belong

dreaming about
your perfection
and wishing to meet
someone
like you

like you
there is no you

“you”
is not real


we both know

i made “you” up

It’s hard to be your own person,
to move your singular body in its own direction,
when every corner is already crowded by other thoughts.
Your limbs brimming with self-loathing again, brilliant.
Bubbles of spit boasting as they frame your thirsty lips.
You’re picking blood-stained fingernails with yellowing teeth that never knew the curling cradle of a smile.
At a loss for embrace,
Fake hair plastered by stained sweat to your forehead.
There, in the hollows of your forehead, permanent lines appear prematurely, paving the way for the end of your rabbit hole, spiraling.
Head so full of heavy thoughts that your necks snaps.