to hearts.

When will I

Get over you.

 

It’s been more than         a couple months due

And you’re still there,

Lingering.

 

My mind does and then doesn’t

Relent

So easily.

I wish it did, though. Because,

Even though things are supposed to be changing,

I tend to still live in that

Ill-forsaken,

Not to want

To be forgotten past.

 

And there I wish I could find you,

I look at cars and think of him or you

And vans and

Can’t even relate

Except it’s never been your face.

 

It’s like “Dammit to hell, Jim”

Though Star Trek coursed its own fate.

I think I’m so smart but really

To hearts that can’t even decide how to break.

1:12 am, 11/11/17

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the taste of you.

like a potent,

strong heady brew

he lures me in –

not with platitudes

but the comfort of himself,

all that i took too well

all that we can offer or see

is caught up in texture,

emotional feeling.

 

i take up this space in the mind

his words formulate to impact

and remind me why

things are better left untouched

but we had gone where we did

traversed planes of closeness

with music and sentiment

 

–if only eyes could absorb,

dispel, ring truth

yet our awkward doubts resonated through.

 

you were honest with me as i,

haven’t entirely been with you.

i’d sip you so cautiously –

but you’re not mine to consume.

a part of my heart said,

to let you go –

another headier, selfish part said

but why – what harm though?

Now I see.

Emotions take a toll,

even with lack of physicality.

 

08/10/17