miscommunication
the abrupt discontinuation;
of yet another
empty conversation
or rather
a lack of words
from the onset,
for these ghost words-
be the reason I incur
so much weightiness
throughout time
for they remain lodged inside
haunting, the words I never said
unspoken words; they've led
me down the path to ruin
they've led to this
ceaseless confusion-
to yet another
mistaken attribution
to this- what is this?
and now,
it's happening again
you've got me wrong
you've misunderstood
and I never could
correct you or anyone
else, I'm outside myself
I wish you would just understand
I never planned, for this.
without words- I wish you would
just know. I wish you would
just get me and my strange ways
and know that every time
I go into a daze
I think about nothing
and everything too
sometimes,
rarely
I think about you
but words,
the right words
I never could do
maybe in these poems
but in reality,
and to a number
of reality's children
-nothing...
