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.