ludicrous. the things
that run over in my head.
gathering, gathering
into a beast or more
for me to slay
tonight
in dreams.

your simplicity, naivety.
still it feels like truth,
still it might make me doubt.

the indiscretion, pride perhaps?
but i guess you don't
owe me anything, i
can't always hold
the pen.

simmering away in here
because i keep imagining
that you've got the warmest
hands worth holding. stop mine
from turning purpleblue. though
you're probably tangled up in hands
to hold. you'd be the antidote, the
reversal of a spell. it's ludicrous.

i only possess the insecurity
please. i want a sign, i want to
believe in some crazy twist of fate.