city of stars

People like you don't apologize you actively choose to look distracted to avoid the questioning eyes that know you're wrong and still wait patiently like children People like you change the subject to stay entertained Have diplomatic gestures and dirty hands People like you Are so busy lately and waste everyone's time with their problems smaller than the listeners People like you have contingency plans for intimacy keep people that perform favours on speed dial are productive and ambivalent like engines People like you consider themselves the standard that their opinions are the measurement tape requirements when no one is even growing in their direction People like you can run down a city with the baggage they drag through homes and hands You know who you are

"Time can't paint the picture for you, dying leaves need time to fall" -the acorn

Sometimes I get in to this frame of mind where possibility takes on weird shapes and forms shadows of shadows draping the walls of my perception Sometimes out of sleep and paralyzed in time I find you in between layers cushioned in the soft mass of my treasured memory Sometimes I can read between the lines of my tired face And I can see you as you were I tell myself that was simply my imagination that you never existed Like a beautiful story, you helped me drift to sleep Hush now, off to sleep Longing is a beautiful colour it wraps around your hands and makes everything you reach for glow like the horizon burning like hot coals in the pupils of your eyes that pull like a bottomless vaccum and scrapes at your soul But that wasn't it at all was it? I guess I give my hands too much credit (hideous creatures) I could have sworn that you glowed in the dark sometimes on a night like this On a night like this, I'm just looking for excuses