"I just want your kiss"

You talk to me
like we connect
but I don't even know
if we're still friends.
It's so confusing,
understanding you
is making me not want to do
the things that I know I should do,
but I trip fast and then I lose
and I hate looking like a fool...

The lights are on and someone's home
but I'm not sure if they're alone. There's someone else inside my head living there too, filling me with dread.
This paranoia is distressing
and I spend most of my nights guessing
"Are we not, are we together;
Will this make our lives much better?"...

Now, I'm messed up,
it's not the first time.
I'm not saying you're not on my mind.
I hope that you don't think I'm unkind...

two-second goldfish

swimming like sharks in a bowl

dumb

sometimes your stupidity 
slips from between those
censorless (senseless) lips
like a buttered piglet 
before a dawdling mind has 
a moment
to comprehend
the disproportional weight
of  your reckless words
escaping
into receiving airspace,
greased and squealing
sticky mud
then it’s suddenly too late,
and i’m trapped 
and sinking
in my own waste-
d breath
and regret

texts

Cell phones make the most
forgiving lovers.
Keeper of secrets,
canceled dinner plans,
and drafts of your oddity,
unsent.

less is more

success is
stretching out in an empty bed
not giving a fuck about
unanswered phone calls


laughing inside
as you fall asleep thinking about
all the kids
fixing their hair,
trying to impress the
one
that looks the loneliest


rolling over and finding more bed,
not someone who wants
breakfast in the
morning

Steps

One last walk
past your block
and I didn’t miss you
anymore,
and as steady as
my feet hit the floor
my heart beat the same.
Walking past your door
tells me nothing
except that
times have changed.

simple

It’s not so much that I’m complicated;
more so that my simplicity gets twisted
and frayed and winds up looking more like
chaotic balls of string than cogent thoughts
which, when they unravel, either take
me to places completely unexpected or
wholly more beautiful than I could ever
imagine. This is one of the few things I
like about myself, and it’s entirely coincidental.