i wish i could jump the distance
between my apartment and yours
then i could kiss you
on your forehead
i wish i knew the roads
that became yours
before you were here
then i could count
the garbage cans
on your street
i wish i could stop your talking
before you shocked me
with your words
then i could have you
against all your
mis-comings
but, alas,
lesser the streets
lesser the roads
lesser the distance
lesser be yours
i am
ask me this at a different time of day
at a different time of year
in a different year of decade
stay away from me
i cannot handle
your question marks
i could make a metaphor
about a knife,
or a knight. talk
about the knight,
“how could a knight
ever relinquish their armor
if he is never safe?
isolated is the knight?”
but no need
cut-throat and fancy
i do not need
the way you made me feel
is much funnier than that
you made me walk barefoot
in the kitchen
after breaking a glass
you made me cry
you made me pick my own demise
and ridiculed me
when i could not ask why
you made me cry
you made me cry once more
you gave me the hate you deserved
and i gave you the hate i deserved
i digress