REGRESSION

boredom’s inertia
nudging
directing us
begrudgingly
gleefully
toward our old ways

the kind that got the spit
slapped out your face
the kind that had you
cuffed and extorted

we witnessed all
good intentions aborted
tallying the amount
of times we can scorch earth

living attrition
eroding the notion
that was in bloom
that we were growing

deflated
we plummet
glorious
hopes and dreams
pumped from our stomachs

craters

i bite myself
because i miss being bitten,

i’m no longer smitten
with myself,

and this begs the question
how can i let anyone else in?

these scratches on my back
and craters on my psyche
are an elaborate ruse

i was taught
to not take things lightly,

the differences between us
are quantified in light-years,
time spent alone is just drifting,
frankly, it’s frightening

but i force it sometimes.

i don’t have the nerve
to give into this urge,

infinite angels surround me.

i feel blessed by their presence.
i can’t cause them pain.