.A Commotion.
Green.
Rolling train tracks
swooping under bridges
darkness; light
Speeding traffic,
Green.
Forbidden; that’s
what it was.
Don’t go there.
Stay away.
Bad news. You
know better.
That’s what she
was. Beautifully
unattainable, but
for those who know-
it is never that
simple.
In my pursuit to
have her,
there was a fear
of getting caught,
there was
suspension
Do you
understand?
Nights spent
slowly moving closer on
couches
in the most
subtle ways one blanket
between us.
Necessity. A lie.
Be aware
be conscience. A lie.
She was in my bed
many times
and I fell
into the traps.
Perfect drama dreams,
my mind created.
We would last to
the end in our idilic,
honest related-ness.
Which would
continuously
continuously remind me
I couldn't
survive my lies,
that is what it
was
and needed to be.
