Same old, same old.
Love not coming,
stalled, incomprehensible
present, there.
Not out-of-reach, but.
That which I know already,
unsatisfying.
How did I come to this?
Like a magnet set exactly
the opposite polarity.
A note of anger,
unsettled. Unnerved.
Why do I bring this out
in people?
I must have let myself
become
the wrong type of guy.
Perhaps I engage too much
in solitary activities.
Perhaps I have lost touch
with whatever life is
about.
06/07/12, Tours, L'Adresse
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