tides of together
i met him. another. morning
after the other before another;
because men? they (just) simply
again and again and again.
so… i looked up and he was
down. do you really know what
it takes being (?). he stole a
piece of me. too long ago. now
to recall back then. nevermind.
an ocean-eyed, outerspace mind
standing on the corner. looking
for me. to not walk downstairs
even though it is repetitive. it
repeats. like the way i thrash
back and forth. slow. fast. this
logic leads me to unlock. doors
he will enter. before i close. e(a)nd
it will be over before i know his
name. call me whatever you want.
i met him. another. night.