I am convinced I know nothing
when asked for specifics.
I appreciate vague ideas I can misconstrue,
so that I might get ahead in a conversation
that I have decided is uncomfortable.
I am wary of subjects I am familiar with.
Undue questions are deceiving.
As if, my abilities to attend to small details
were an indication of intelligence,
or a supposed lack thereof.
I get no reference to this, that, or the other
despite entertaining ideas I do not care for.
You push me away–
with no intent to do so
thinking you’re learning trust
showing you know how to.
Learning isn’t easy–
you’ve lost yourself in habits,
thoughts you’d never think to take on
despite your best intentions.
Do not tell me secrets–
it builds no special bond
we are all the same here
there are thoughts we should not share.
When did you go silent?
Was it in the stillness of the night,
in the quiet of the dark?
Was it the heart of your question
that made you lose your spark?
Do you happen to remember what
the future might have been?
Do you believe in happy endings,
can you remember a badly lived last life?
Did you know that you have lost
a fear-filled, hopeless heart?
Are you living in the present now?
Do you think you can remember
how I might have seemed?
Soft shoulders sigh
breath into arms
reaching out slowly
trailing finger tips
against pale skin–
always asking more.
I tend to skip pages–
then often lose places
of things that I’ve taken
but forgotten I’d kept.
I put your heart
in my pocket
Flowery speech does not affect me.
I stray away from eloquence–
believing strength within the small,
the quaint, and sometimes dreary
simplicity of the mundane.
Choosing words that mean little to nothing,
unless put in a place that make sense,
perhaps, with a plebeian level of discontent.
Simple nature calls to me,
no chance for misinterpretation,
’tis what it is, a demonstration;
the righteous extent of physicality.
Humanity reaching for a branch
just beyond grasp, a risk for it all
while an uncertain future awaits
seeming far off in the distance.
as wind is
off the ocean
billowing with strength
built by waves
full of tumultuous motion
then lost in losing hope,
blowing back and forth
Incapable of standing against
the shallow undertows
of a misguided youth–
lost in the past
memories lapping at feet.
Cold seeps into bones
after long moments
sad thoughts of the sea.