So here’s the door, I changed the lock and time ten minutes
past I love you
(gotta fight the urge to start again)
despite the cost or rhyme, we lose and change our mind, before
we even try
circles—corners—gravity forces us
back to where we started from
love and weapons kill much the same way
with shaking hands we start again
this stagnant air feels cold and unaware, as I fight the urge
to kiss you
(every instinct says just walk away)
attempt and fail again, envision at the end,
that we could make it right
I believe.
Please heal me.
Your eyes so revealing
We start again with….