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
