among the thousands of likes
and millions of texts.
I think
of the music
which makes us whole,
and because of it
I can shelter myself within your dreaming head.
I demand to stave the fantasy,
but crave the escape from reality
between the millions of affirmations
and broken marriages.
Words are carried in the weight
of our temporal pendulums.
You
are my broken-hearted beau.
I fall for you because you are me,
because your sentiments
are echoed in
the pulse of my neck
along with your kisses.
Stay awhile.
Stay long enough to
assure me you'd never leave
and find myself alone again,
trying to prove something.
