i’m trying to make sense of time
and this watermelon i have committed to,
never seeing through the age of prime.
i know i went too far slicing cantaloupes,
and i closed you off from my mind.
helplessly i observe the cycle go on,
leaves from branches drop to the ground.
never have i felt this rejected or blown
as when the trembling underneath makes you
impossible… i can’t want you for my own.
torturous nights naked with desire,
this solitude weighs in on my emptiness;
the constant yearning sets me on fire…
at night, i make believe you are mine,
but your absence turns me into a liar