i happened to find it looking through

empty cigarette cartons, dirty sheets,

and hidden shortcuts. dead end poems

turn into fragmented lullabies-

whatever it takes to put my mind to ease.

i found it after years of searching in all

the wrong places. replacing feelings with people

and love with lust. a gypsy dancer amongst a

world of ballerinas caught between

myself and others.

and after you find it, it can be so easily

taken away. kisses like a stalemate and

words like loaded guns. pieces of me left

in time capsules that will never be opened.

i long to leave my lights left on

and door unlocked.

-it