inertia writes:

And I thought,
There wasn’t anything left to say.

***
Why do I feel like every turn-on
Is a string - that just ends up being - attached?
[That it’s a privilege just to be the trailing in your wake]

But fumbling for your smile has left me with nothing but bruised knees.

***
At one point I thought you were only to be taken as prescribed
But you’re only a complication to the disease-

[an unethical remedy]

-and maybe for that reason…

…it’s purely self indulgent [inflicted] that I dote
On this compliment fishing - but we’ll save that for another day.
I can already feel the let down.

***
I have watched you under a magnifying glass and noticed:
That even the imperfections in your pores
Are products of something transcendent of my own.

***
I wait.
Feeling the air cascade beneath
My outstretched fingers
As you pass
In the hall
Without noticing
My fading countenance.

***
Knowing that if you falter it will only send me crashing.

[adieu]

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