i'm a fire pit.
if only you knew,
the strings run farther than it seems.
a labyrinth of ash,
a graveyard of things never said.
i find myself stuck to each breath of smoke.
i'll light the cigarette until it draws you in,
makes your eyes water,
drives you mad.
i want to be magnetic to you.
i want the string to trip your feet,
and make you stumble right into me.
i want that parking spot to make you shiver,
i want the passenger seat to unnerve you.
because i need to be needed;
to fill every space next to you.
more than the smoke and mirrors,
an oblivion of transparency.
oh to be a window,
and to be met with eyes who want to look inside.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
