this silence is just like theft


like a reminder of everything that could be filled with

politics
or self expression
or really just anything


less drifting




and did you know that skin starve
did you know that galaxies collide
so don’t speak of the world as if there’s only one


because I’m also here



and I don’t know why I like this time of day
though it kind of makes me sad
like an opportunity I once had
and for some reason lost


like if all those days
when we were smoking ourselves stupid
and flew on waves of music
like two cupids


like if those days were past ages

though we only truly did it once or maybe twice
but still,

all those nights


on that bus with that sad sad sinking sun
and that sad sad silly smirk on my face
while jigsaws were falling out of place

or at least I thought so




and I don’t know why I grab your neck like that
it’s something I don’t usually do
I guess it’s not enough to

just collide with you