You asked me why I wouldn’t be
with you. Well,
Words have a tendency to come up short
In the department of emotions unfortunately.
This is why this poem is coming forth
From tired aching fingers driven by
a sleepless mind.
Drifting off to sleep seemed impossible
Since all I could hear was the monotonous
Nag concerning lack of trust and
past fuckups.
I can’t say I am happy that this is what I hear
As I try to ease into something less
Substantial then my day to day everyday
but you know,
Can’t always control what you’re thinking.
I figured it’d be fair to write you this
In acknowledgment as to why I can’t
Be with you and why I refuse so strongly.

This is why:
When I walk down the road and see the sun
Hanging omnipotent and alone the only one of
Its kind to be seen within the sights of the afternoon
I realize it is beautiful along with the rest
Of the awed afternoon; there’s the clouds floating
Around like memories of a dream, the birds are circling
Crying out because they are free, there’s the smell of
Contentment which is similar to how I figured flying
Would feel. When I see this I stop, and simply admire.
I stand in wonder at the existence that surrounds me;
The normal 24/7 365 that finds a way to talk through
An unseen mouth and each word of it is perfection.
A face comes to me then, a smiling face of the one I care
For most, the one who I want to share this luxurious carefree
Moment of hunger and love with. I don’t see your face.
It is actually nowhere in the vicinity, I left that back
In a time of mediocrity.