I want I want I want
something that exists only in memories
in shiny little boxes
taped shut with tinsel and lace
hiding stale air and the now of then
the then of now
the if of when
the relief in sadness
the hope in loss
the you that never was
the me that never was
the us that never was
inherently miscalculated
an over-extension of the wrist
an over-exertion of the heart
an over-heating of the speaker
blaring from a chattering computer window
the never quite moved in room
but lived in
with pizza boxes
and drinking shoes
and frames with
pictures of faces blurring in and out
with time put in
I want
only because I know to fear it
fear that you can touch
tattoos your heart
like a punch in the chest
wind out
legs up
breathing in
tearing out
let
go
of the
unexisting
unmemory
unromance
fade into being
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