is it?
cloying?
the way in which
we give to each
other?
i've been feeling unsure.
infusing everything on the path,
i've been the rot
you've been the honey.
but when i look for clarity
in silence,
you divulge your interest
(barely louder)
-with a question.
and when you decay towards me
when you use me for your pleasure
and i see the devil in you,
you make me
solely a body.
i mean, what is a future for us?
living alongside,
maybe we'll develop an ******;
but you'll have to want longer,
i to disengage from disavowment.
proximity to omnipresence
only if i stop burying myself,
i want to look into your eyes
and find reciprocity.
been reading and it's been keeping with me,
i'm missing stimulating conversation,
i miss working in a bookstore.
i'm putting words to these doubts,
not because i want them to be real,
but to confront them,
