your movement

that august morning covered in the darkest tint

me and you bathing in a light so blatantly artificial

was an unintended rescue, a save possibly critical

YOU’RE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL

but maybe

my eyes have soaked a bit too long in deprivation

we are anomalies that hustle before life’s hustle wakes

and if honesty is something that spills between breaks

THEN SAVE YOURSELF

because i have resigned as of today

who am i kidding; the ink on that deal has faded by now

the motions i follow should be all i allow

but the hope was there

god damn it; you were THERE

why you….Why

jurri j.