Aquaintanceship

The ultimate lie
We speak
In the phatic language
Never truly saying
Who we are
What we mean
The shifting sands
Of impression
When will you realize
Who I am
And flee

Anticipation

I think of you
The idea of you
The parts that draw me
Magnetic
I let my brain play these games
I let it ensnare my focus
It chose you
I have no choice
So I stay
Mind locked
Eyes glazed
Till you next grace me

The Positive

Positivity
Drawing me
Like a moth
You seem different
From them
And from me
Equidistant
But to me
That’s closer than most