:Spoken Word:

*I’ve* dangled thoughts of love

Over your head
Hoping that without sprinkling dust or stumbling your walk
You’d fall for me…

*My* wishes were incomplete.

I’ve borrowed patience from pawn shops
Gone back and exchanged it for a guide entitled “thoughts on mars”
As if it’d educate me on distant planets you’re familiar with.

*I’ve* tried teetering on your back

With hopes it’d feel so good
You’d remain and relax
But you’re always on the go
There’s no room for me

I already know.

This phase should end soon,
its just happening,
kinda slow…