Forlorn

rewriting reworking overdoing overtime of myself in a different mind. inner peace is more than a myth more than all the different words for one meaning. true leader of the outskirts of Arizona. Corona just passing thru out the course of one plus equals a sum of two. everytime i see two-fourteen i fucking think of you. one word: two. hearing what i see. talking in circles frozen foods are good accept as is tears of unrequited joy bell boy bus boy busy as a dead bee. windowsill it's stuck still buzzing on what could've been. it might still be, but that road is on the down low. i've done enough damage for one the one and only meaning for the word, me. words are only words, that's it. that's that. that's the thing you asked me to do that i forgot. i'm forgetting that i'm probably forgotten by you. you pronounced my name wrong and got pulled over in the morning. i cursed you in my bath. i fed myself another line of white lies. you saw my cries, your broken ears exercised remaining plan b to z. the distance.
kills.
speed is slow in relation to time zones.
my phone is disconnected
to you.
i'm disconnected
communication
is the key
to the balance
delicacy is my fucked up existence
from the loss of you.

those tears fall from a deeper woman now.,
a deeper point of view.
i see that i want to see the truth.