poetry draft
Draft #1
The text message seems cold
though I know you don't mean it like that.
The phone call isn't much better.
I can do nothing but shrug and sigh
as you tell me what I already know.
I know I am happy with you.
I know you are happy with me.
I know I care about you.
I know you care about me.
I know I love you.
I know you don't love me.
So I accept the fate
with a heart unsatisfied
and grasp at new gossamer threads
like the ones I held with you.
Draft #2
We sit back to back
our gravity barely balancing the other,
grasping at the gossamer threads
as they float past
attempting to splice them together
to create a firmer bond.
And we mistake the tracers in the air
for the objects they portray,
thinking if we catch them
we will understand their meaning.
And the bugs crawling out of the carpet
are our only problems;
but there are just so many.
In other news, I have decided to switch my major to English, with a focus in Poetry. Wish me luck.