I feel a fire in my belly.
I wouldn’t call it a beast.
It’s a lasting impression.
A brush of the shoulders.
Our entire lifetime is filled with forgetful names,
Unmistakable assholes,
Unrelenting leeches.
Even the beautiful ones come and go
Just as fast.
I missed the part where they explained,
all the nuances in the human face,
when they really don’t mean what they say.
I used to say I couldn’t find a connection,
but I was entirely wrong altogether.
It was just distance. Pure distance.
I am over here and you,
Well, you’re all the way over there.
You can’t feel through this kind of distance.
You can’t speak with this kind of space.
Everything is muddled together in alcohol, nicotine and dead skin cells.
Everyone comes uninvited but leave the minute you enjoy their company.
I can’t seem to tell the difference.