ace mars lest july
you sit yourself down, so slowly.
put your hands in your pockets, mittens intact.
put your head up and asked, “ready?”
the cold winds will keep us close.
my hands shake, gripping your hands.
my teeth chatter, to your teeth chattering.
the moon shines on the snow.
we move forward, for shelter.
we move forward, for slumber.
icicles stick to chain link fences.
we stop.
we kiss.
for a moment – all goes silent.
but the wind pushes us home.
no matter how many connections you make, their bound to be broken and melted down in a few days
i just listened to your words when no one else would.
i kind of want to be closer to you then a series of 10 digits or less.
you cried when i lost my way. i just held you when you lost yours.
nothing will change between us. i dont know if i like that or not.
whether i ask her again
or just let myself sin
should i cut all of our ties
or just sever my skin from my bones
forgiving the past made
or corrupting the present squandered
i broke down and you were miles away, unknowing.
i’m still falling.
we spent all our time watching the weather on tv,
instead of looking outside to see it pour.