Erika
Catty-corner.
Lies a beauty. Somehow real. True. Miraculous truth with the face I create. Un-foreboding truth.
Truth to yourself.
Truth to a needy desire towards needing no one.
But I am someone.
And I think you wanna fuck me.
I think, somewhere, you want to love.
And I think, for us, that the two can be the same.
You are far away.
So very close, I feel I can speak to you through the walls.
I do, at night, vocalize to my current only thought.
But you are So far away.
Seeming now like miles.
You could never come to where I am.
It’s not within You.
My state is one of denial, love, sex; all of it.
How could you ever discover who I am?
And so I yearn in some godforsaken distance
so Close
and speak what truth I can unto air
and somehow hope,
somehow,
that you will hear
that I Love you.