there is always something
something that is not quite right
you think things must be fine
but it keeps you up late at night
it makes you wonder why we find
a real writer in the broken places
not quite comfortable with the earth
and where it’s positioned in space
something about that face
something seen but untold
she gets wet feet when it rains
you watch her shiver in the cold
turning down offers of coffee dates
curled up on the floor in her room
if a person cries and doesn’t know why
then what are we meant to assume?
You walk past stars that are not quite right
people who smile clenching their fists
a dying planet created by accident
no longer understanding why she exists
late in the night the stars waltz
the universe glowing in every iris
making all the pain so inconsequential
faithful comet averting a crisis
something about atoms mattering so much
blink away the molecules that blind our sight
bloody DNA leaks from the writer’s pen
trailing inky galaxies with each word they write
something about the pollution in space
something incomparable about constellations
coming to mind when you close your eyes
and causing a mild allergic reaction
something that is not quite right
you think things must be fine
but it keeps you up late at night
it makes you wonder why we find
a real writer in the broken places
not quite comfortable with the earth
and where it’s positioned in space
something about that face
something seen but untold
she gets wet feet when it rains
you watch her shiver in the cold
turning down offers of coffee dates
curled up on the floor in her room
if a person cries and doesn’t know why
then what are we meant to assume?
You walk past stars that are not quite right
people who smile clenching their fists
a dying planet created by accident
no longer understanding why she exists
late in the night the stars waltz
the universe glowing in every iris
making all the pain so inconsequential
faithful comet averting a crisis
something about atoms mattering so much
blink away the molecules that blind our sight
bloody DNA leaks from the writer’s pen
trailing inky galaxies with each word they write
something about the pollution in space
something incomparable about constellations
coming to mind when you close your eyes
and causing a mild allergic reaction