Reach toward light,
It makes me nervous.
My shadow outlines
The purpose.
Twenty four seven delusions.
Paroxysms obliterate
My attempts at communion.

Like a puppy in the pound.
(Eyes watching close.)
My eyes will do the talking now.
Hard to stay awake at times,
And color siphoned from your eyes.
(You're gratuitous,)
I'm digging our graves
For a momentary distraction.
(And I'm so sick)
Diatribes jacket my tongue.
I'm an ornament of odium.
Of watching.)

Testing my elasticity.
Let's see how far you can pull me.
In opposite directions.
Everything that's me you own.
Melting in the sun like plastic.
Composure drips the same.
There is always something
between you and me.

A smile for two.
Disaster in plain view.

Don't grieve for me. I'm alright.
Just wasted potential.
Still fixating on my heart beats.
Still too existential.
Bad at greetings, and leavings.
Recalibrating how to be social.
Hospitality is killing me.
I can't decide if I should mention.

I.Try.
I.Tried.

Keeping it together.
We're together in me.
Feel the rhythm,
For the rhythm of our hearts still beat.

Legions of dust Half my age
Are tenants to my fingertips.
Bewitched by worn pictures,
pressing them against damp lips.
Old feelings-dug up, Hollow and cold.
Reborn to boil between crevasses of fists.
Fleeting through love letters
to tease a guilty mournful kiss.
Long expired are those days.
Memories become founder with age.
Tears extend their reach.
Persuading hands to ease their haste.
Photos of us captured in motion.
Both stubborn, and forever posing.
Now lay in wait in a somber place.
Seen only by one of whom pose.

We can teach ourselves, but
Lessons can be learned wrong.
Practiced to ingrain digressive
Coping Mechanisms.
Twisted into the fabric
Of what makes us us.

Clarity,
Has shown me,
How clearly,
We have changed

Shuttering at the thought of leaving a feeble position.
Convinced I'd left my sense along the floor in the kitchen.
Reminiscence spored through the rifts of wishful forgettence.
Your smile from yesterday is my new religion.

Balance the present on the tip of your tongue.
Riding toward a dimming sun.
Heart set on a horizon long slain.
Hold on for just a little bit longer.
Balance the present on the tip of your tongue.
Navigate the world with half attention.
Commute to work, an unpoetic scene.
Hold on for just a little bit longer.
Balance the present on the tip of your tongue.
Swallowed by a starving dusk.
Resolve dispelling in the wind.
Hold on for just a little bit longer.