You know when you're young
And you fixate on a person
like they're the only person in the world

I don't think I ever grew out of that

but when I touch you
it's just a spark to rubber
voltage extinguished

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

The clouds yell loudly
Summoning anxious feelings
I'll hold you tightly

As I lay
And think of you
long for your touch
sting from the rejection
I must remember you have
no obligation to me
To force a relationship
would be to ask you to surrender
your own happiness
and I must think
how many times have I turned
back the advances of those who wanted me
because I had to do what's right for me
To expect you to do different
Isn't just wrong
It's hypocrisy

our quiet rooms
compartmentalized
like louis vuitton
to basic calvin kliens
secretly living the best
of our lives
under the stars
and each other’s tired eyes