the words

the words were sweet-
come and enjoy the mixture
of knowing a world beyond;
pleasantries of my parents,
smiles at inside jokes;

kisses on your lips.

it's the way of
time immortal-

and i forgot how to
be the lucky, or outrageously
blessed
or just a normal person, perhaps.

the noise of sometimes flashes of
so many actions, feelings, vertigo-
i want to puke or fly.

i lived and died with thoughts of
the perfect man, the call of a voice
from somewhere close,
the cold to warm skin
in the night.

wander too far afield, rally and i
cannot fail as energy is
crisp and i pray and bleed as i
clench my hands and
say the words.