I think i can…

i should be used to it by now.
the little voice in my head,
speaking thoughts of
actions unfulfilled.
control breaks upon
decisions weighed.
ideation wanders
unrealized until
confronted with
its reflection.


Looking confused

she looked at me,
and i looked at her.
we both seemed
a bit confused.
maybe it was
that we had
nothing to say,
didn’t know
what to say,
or had
nothing to say.
hell, it could have
been we just
had nothing to say
and we wondered,
what are you
looking at?