One Missed Call

Well I did my job,

I did it well.

I know I’m four hours late.

If you think about it

We aren’t built for those,

Those manners or woes

But to get through every day

Feeling better than before. 

Well I did my job

I did it well,

I know I’m four hours late. 

But can’t you see

Its stifling me

Killing every piece,

Piece of my sanity

And no it’s not me

It’s them.

Smell

I smell him every day, his scent is so tingly there, right there, near my heart. It has come to represent not him but that which I wish would take me up in its arms and kiss me forever.

Am I lonely?

No, that is not true. I simply crave for it every time I smell him. Wave after wave crashing upon me calling out to him, desperate in its desire but I know once he is mine I will be alright but so much more that I will shine not only for me but the rest of the cosmos.

So kiss me.

Or not. You never even saw me did you?