Cats on Hydro Wires
(AKA, more poetry about the epidemic of unrequitement and like emotional things.)
Awkward
non-conversation,
and
hesitant glances (taken back).
Is it not
nonsensically lovely,
this
distance between us?
This place
where words
are
soundless,
indistinguishable
syllables.
I visit it
every so often,
unable to
keep myself
away.
Damn this
curiosity,
because
you know how that
story
goes.
Around and
around, we circle
it,
like
animals, taunting and daring each other.
I'll
bare my teeth right back at you.
But then why do
I have this
unnaturally
electric, so
nostalgic
feeling,
that I'm
going to be the one to give?
Why do I
feel as if
it's
over,
but I'm
still clinging to
something.
("pathetic" your eyes say)
We were,
but now
we aren't.
Simple as
that.
(i'm not listening…)
Right?
(la la la, not list-en-ing!)
And I ask
myself,
as I begin
to feel
nauseous
with this emotion
welling up
inside of me inexplicably,
when did I
forget what a good liar
you are.