how it would be how it is

my thumb digs into your palm,

presses with 

slow

even 

pressure

as i hold on to something 

building

inevitably

with fierce

fervent urgency, 

i cannot let go.

you unfold to

remember me

as we once were, 

but never quite 

from the same perspective

as my thumb, 

pushing in 

on the core of your fist,

forces intimacy

where we always chased it out.

my hand is fixed in yours now

glued together

to get my grip, 

heavy crushing

your breathing

and you amplify 

my own.

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It’s like, I want to like you

But I just can’t seem to break though

This façade that’s been built into

Coat of armor I can’t seep through.

Don’t know why you’ve so rejected

My attempts to make connection

Only trying to be decent

And you’re left so unaffected;

Bound by something so important

Sense of self seems so discordant

With a truthful way of living

Painting some elaborate portrait,

Showing what is real for you

Depicting status to accrue

For someone’s standards, not sure who…

To carry onward in pursuit.

And I see all the ways we’re different

In our spirits and our interests

But soon we’ll be tied together

Even cordial has its limits.

So please, try a little harder

Promise I want be a bother

To your life and means and stature

If you do, we’ll both go farther.