The first was dated 5/18. It was probably written when I had no internet at my house.
The second was composed today, in five minutes, while walking to a post box.
Enjoy!
We chafe each other,
You and I;
Friction at its finest
Alcohol
Does not lubricate
The fabric of our interactions
When I leave
My pride is rubbed raw,
So tauntingly close but uncomfortable still
You are
Electric spark plugs,
Painful in brilliance,
And when I fall
You will be two feet
To the left.
I am tired of your yo-yo string
I want you
Cowed by my brilliance;
Trembling from my beauty
We are arrogant creatures,
You and I
You ought to understand my desire for superlatives.
I am not this mere flesh
I am not this mere clay
I am radiant
And you better fucking acknowledge it.
**Me**