I open the door to exit the room,
Then I close it and reach out
To the next doorknob.
I stop midway, I put
My arms down my side.
I walk in the noisy hallway
Past so many different doors.
It feels like I’m running.
I find an espresso machine,
I make myself a cup,
I find a sofa and a book,
I sit and I sip.
I read and ignore the
Desires, roaring from behind
The doors I’ve passed.
My desires. My temptations.
We were fucked up
And in love.
But we wouldn’t have remained fucked up forever.
And love felt the same way.
What I once found fulfilling
And had me melt like
Our cheesy comments,
Now feels so foreign and strange.
Do emotions just blind us completely?
Not in a way where everything seems dark
And you cannot see.
But in a way where there’s too much light
And you look the other way
Or end up closing your eyes.
As if these intense emotions are there
To amplify and hype up anything
That could be good into beautiful .
And once that light dims,
Your eyes adjust and start to see clearer.
And what once took your breath away,
Now, is extraordinarily ordinary.
Restless, is the mind.
Priorities, yet not set.
Debts, continue to mount.
Unsure of what yet to come.
We honor moments by remembering them,
Honors them for the both of us.
Now he’s found a way for me to honor them too.