to go over my green shirt
and I want to hurt so bad,
because I am addicted
to its relieving end.
Life is good,
but it is missing something:
lips like yours.
and plaintive confessions
that gleam like shards of a mirror,
I don't know what else to do
to get through to you.
I've changed clothes,
writing in quick strokes and sketches
that channel my messy admissions.
I bare my soul,
a tidy conclusion
a tidy conclusion
to an untidy love
that provokes more questions than it answers
with a mission and a throughline
to probe feelings and hangups,
no effort lacking,
and now we’re free.
that provokes more questions than it answers
with a mission and a throughline
to probe feelings and hangups,
no effort lacking,
and now we’re free.