All the rockstars wear name tags
so we know exactly who they are
and this last bracing anticipation
finds me cowered in a corner
waiting for the death blow.
You aren't allowed to look at me
no more fleeting glances,
no more second guessing my mindset
you will understand more than
you long for, when all is said and done.
You aren't allowed to smile that
piercing smile and leave me
waiting for this shallow dive
that may send me into oblivious silence
Reckless love was never something
that I could learn to appreciate,
and you are everything that I wish
I had never desired to be.
This intransigency of every day life
I can't get past the faulty fences
and mind numbing lack of conversation
all created to divert me and my
afterthoughts of a missed eternity.
I find peace
in the creation of five minute worlds
where I can be lost-
dangling from snapped guitar strings
and my voice is only an echo
of the things you bring into my life...
five minute worlds
where everybody stops, turns to me
and notices the look on your face. |