Tuesday, November 12, 2013


it was everything I never wanted:
staccato on a page,
haltingly painful brevity
stopping just short
of feeling like a fuck-off

it made me wonder more.

so I proceeded,
tiptoeing through your mind field.
giving what I hoped to find,
with every sentence
still held breath

you would want more

sudden clarity erases doubts
as it dawns on me in your
passive impoliteness
with your gritty teeth

that is everything I never wanted.

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