prosepiece - fuuck

Fuuck.
       i think i like you.
didn't mean to...
but can't argue...
with the fact that it feels natural,
neutral, "normal"
so not forced,
                but somehow forceful,
feels magnetic...
                somehow vernal,
         come full circle...
think i like you.

prosepiece - not quite 2

not quite sure what's wrong
                       with me
can't feel enough
can't let it be
not quite aware of
how to stop
                         or if i want to
            even though
i wonder if
             i'll ever be
quite satisfied
to feel complete
committed to
the truth of We
instead, for now,
i stay half-free
in struggle between
my self
&
me
feel it'll be fine
suitably
when right is well
and time will slow
but just enough..
to let me know

prosepiece - not quite

Not quite sure how i found you charming
so ALARMING
...disregarding
your blatant tendency for harming
gave too much time
-better spent discarding
all your BULLSHIT
so explicit
you don't get it
can't get with it
self- e n a m o r e d ,
still can't gather...
illusion perfect
hate to shatter
but so Fractured
d i s c o n n e c t e d
from the image you're projecting
pompous inflecting,
all ways wrecking
any chances
for the best thing.