brooklyn rooftop, part II

brooklyn rooftop, part II

Dying stars shine bright again
growing in their final nova
Points, over time, come back
and intersect at an arbitrary axis

Summer loves reunited in
a drunken lustful stupor,
each taking what they please from one another
They don't blame

the rooftop
time capsule cracked
to find argument
drunk dialing
and [temporary] separation

a Bronx apartment
forever remembered
eternally haunted
the broken sink will never forget

Untitled

It's been a while. Wrote something while out today.

Do you remember the way I held your hand?
Long ago when things were easier
When we didn't have to think
When things were natural
You were my best friend and I loved you
It was more beautiful because I could see what was wrong with you.
You had cracks and scuffs
I stayed anyway

Then things went sour
Every step feels overly meticulous
Planned with utmost care as to not shatter something like a bull in a glass house
Our effort could be used elsewhere
Maybe we should stop
Maybe we should throw stones
I want to.
Do you?

I remember when all I could think of was trying to go back
If I just held your hand it would feel the same
Your cracks could heal
Your scratches, I could buff them
But I changed you.
I changed you and your scratches became more pronounced.
You cracks, deeper.
I changed you and I'm sorry
I'm sorry I can't fix you
I'm sorry you don't want me to
I'm sorry it hurts
And I'm sorry I changed you into something I can't look at.