Wednesday, February 26, 2014

à savoir

I heard
The things you weren't saying
you start to say
and then stop
because I'm not yours?
because you're shy of me
2 feet away and shy of me, hah
I'm thinking
miles away
I am not
a real thing
And vulnerable to your fantasies
So you gave me a name
And I looked enough
like home
for you to stay here for a while.
But now
flesh and blood
you falter
and I notice.
I'm thinking
I would have jumped
happily ever after
with you and your regrets.