23 september

no more mapping the sky
the earth must turn itself
i am out of orbit, out of sorts
why i thought there were more pages --
a sitcom that lasts only
17 minutes --
hello?
always a went-wrong list
always melt to sadness
anger too much to muster
no one wants to be the bad guy
but if you cannot walk away
i close my eyes
should know
should have known
should try
should be
should never
entertaining the thought of slee
so deep i come up on the other side
fresh
-- another word tainted --
cry myself to nowhere:
i cannot sleep
work until i fall
put it all in a box
beg for the language to get it done
because take a risk
because no one knows what will happen
because you've already given up -- months ago
because so many better option, newly arrived and exes in wings
because forever watching love grow ended sooner than i thought
because i want a present and not only past and future
because i have to be honest
because i was born to be lonely