conversation

my minds spinning
spontaneous
exhaustion
going to write this one down
if just for a bit
let it find
its moment

theres something in his smile
genuine sensibilty
 a distraction
his authenticity so human
but yet
hard to come by

these days
its eye to the screen,i trust nobody
i feel unappreciated and unseen
im in the wrong place and nothing is meeting

i told him some secret dreams
of me hiking the AT
of me not knowing whats to come next
and i cant remember
what music i liked
until he starts talking

i got my head in the sand
after an hour of talking under an umbrella stand
did I talk his ear off? or am i overthinking?
after the conversation im just blushing

I wish I could be more wordy
but its simplicity
your ageless and my feet are starfish
its been a while since I met a kindred
but my blockage makes me think this is supposed to mean something deeper
that what it actually is

damn maybe we wanted the same things
but ill never catch up to you
i just wish i didnt have to go it alone
and i just want to figure my shit out
and you got your own itinerary

but theres something about you
dont let me put all my eggs into his basket
just another waste of my head space
gotta let it be free
and be what it is
try to focus on my own shit
i dont want to be crazy over thinking it