how is it that you emotions tether so tightly
to my frail struggling soul?
why myst the world be so screwed up
that everyone is mismathed
and you sit calmly behing your wall
of freshly-windexed glass as I
lick and scratch the outside
like some pet left in the rain?
better yet explain how you are capable of denying all the potential that wells
inside everytime we are near?
i'll get over you if it takes never coming to
the places you haunt again
