Feel v.2

It's not that you make me feel
confused
angry
hollow
wanting..

But that you make me feel
like not feeling
would be better
?
  

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

the harder I try to forget
the harder it is to forget
 

Writing You a Poem

is like looking at my blue book
trying to solve a stupid math problem
when I've forgotten how to use
this function on my sci cal

writing you a poem
is like reading pages and pages of Wittgenstein
but remembering nothing of value later

it's like staring at my blog's post editor
and wanting to type something
not out of need or inspiration
but just because
I want to

writing you a poem
really is, making something
out of nothing, nothing
  

(Untitled)

I'm looking for someone
whose name I do not know
whose face I have not seen
whose voice I have not heard

When it starts to rain on the long walk home
I feel your arm on my shoulder
and I can hear you fumbling
for an umbrella in your backpack

I know that you are looking for me, too
on your long walks home
when the streets are cold and the stars are asleep
you wonder how warm it must be in my embrace

You could be anyone
then again, you could be no one
I can't wait to meet you
but maybe I already have

(written for a good friend)