At Night When Everything
i'm feeling my way forward in the dark
of your mind
i'm passing all the thoughts i've ever left
behind
i'm following a path made of all the days
i've ever known you
--all the thoughts i poured out undiluted
will meet at the end
hold your hands up to the ceiling
make a map, make a plan
looking for a way out because of
all the nights i spent curled into
a shape where i couldn't feel
the missing piece
how would i know i'd said the right thing
i collapse inward,
when they talk about love
what i'm feeling isn't anything but
none of the above
i'm just a paper cup,
and i'm one fold away
from not being there
count my dimensions, am i really
meant to live like this
courting the illusion that
our minds are above revisiting
another day i waste my time
i give the line,
where is my mind,
i can't seem to find the rhymes
that stick to lips like
chocolate
and it puts my feet
to flight my legs
to leave my gut
to go the heavy
in my head, the slow
in my soul.
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