There is not much that lies between us

if you were to look.

There’s not much blocking me from you

if you took that look.

Only a lifetime of improbability’s

empty glances.

Only a lifetime of unmovable stone

empty glasses.

Taking its tole as time roles on,

leaving us raw and broken.

I think of you,

when I think of bliss,

I was mistaken.

You make me spin,

you keep me wild,

I found a hunger lied within me.

A dozen lies,

over an unpaved line,

of innocence and stubborn.

Nothing changes what happens,

it could never change what will happen,

under the breathe of an adjacent curl.

Deception,

abuse,

passion will be a curse to you with no switch in sequence.

An adjustment in placement needs to replace my being,

for the pain I brought to you.

Judgement on me.