The patterns where random
At least at first appearance
On close inspection
seems there is something deeper
Through the tremble of blades
And the fettered veins
The street I'll cross
Throw up dueces
And dip

no matter what,
whether it be over the phone,
in person,
by note,
by mutual understanding,
you will leave.

i ask when you will,
cause i'd like a warning,
before my world,
crashes around me.

i ask if your happy,
do you like me,
am i clingy,
should i be more involved,
am i annoying,
why do you like me,
what's your favorite color,
middle name,
dream,
asperation,
favorite food,
just to hear your voice.

you make me feel secure,
safe,
and alive.

without warning,
leaving me out of the blue,
i'll feel cold,
alone,
and dead,
in a matter of 30 seconds.