"Ring Roads"

when you reach for my hand,
fingers hold on
like you’re terrified to
let go

it hit me today that you want me
because I’m better than
the company of your shadows
(never mind the fact I hide from my own)

honey, hear me loud
and hear my clear:

my body is not a warm blanket
to bury yourself in the nights.

my lips are not a sippy cup for
the mornings after
you drown yourself.

absinthe does not make the heart fonder.

we walked on the ring road and
it took seconds to realize
that our walks resembled our conversations-

hopelessly winding

till you’re left to pick up the fragments
of your shattered illusions
and I must nurse my red fingers

(man, you really do hold on tightly)