the stages of being alone by almostlovers, literature
Literature
the stages of being alone
i.
she pulls your glasses away and
you question her with your eyes
you think she could almost find you perfect
if she subtracted the parts that seem wrong,
when in reality she thinks youll find her beautiful
if youre blind enough.
ii.
it started with a vanilla breeze.
that made her think of almost winter and almost loves
and warm skin on skin beneath sweaters,
that felt like standing twenty feet above the ground
and being scared of heights.
iii.
the structure of her cheekbones
and bright eyes were always lost
in a smile
but you tore the petals off flowers
and showed her life;
a worn out stem
standing out among
I'm out of sorts and out of touch.
Out of sync and out of rhyme
Out of mind and out of time.
Do you notice the minutes ticking away?
Do you notice the incoming Inferno?
No you don't.
You waste your time.
Reading.
This.
Poem.
I single you out because there's more for us to be doing.
Writing and reading are over-rated.
So is education and sex.
Yet we still do it.
Why?
Maybe because it takes our minds off the impending doom.
It helps us focus on the future without being overly dramatic.
LIfe is unpredictable.
It throws us a curveball and we swing at it.
We miss - Life goes on. We wonder what could have happened if we never mis