i dream of writing a poem for you.
soft pencil scribbles
incomprehensible & beautiful
as if i lead you blindfolded
to paradise
the path is mine alone
but sometimes i want to show you
as pictures: a light
i will never understand why you take everyone’s lives so personally
this, it’s chemistry
little parts of me reacting with
you
a volatile experiment
of exquisite precision
the reality that
some things aren’t meant to be shared
there are no metaphors for
an edited version of
life.
