just anything

I can sit here and type thoughts

about love and pain

for real

or

for fun

but I’m here doing it,

sitting here

not doing what you’re doing,

whatever it is you’re doing,

because I have thoughts that need

to be released into the wild

like zoo animals

lookin’ for reality

and

freedom

and

fresh food

but

I also want to consume

everything in my reach

and give you everything

I have,

which is nearly nothing,

but it is something,

which may be more

than what you had before reading

this

and that’s what I have to give you…

that,

and probably an STD,

but the doctor hasn’t gotten back to me yet,

so in the meantime,

think of something witty

or smart

or not

and keep it to yourself

like you usually do…

or share it to social media

praising your deity

as your source of strength

when in fact

you need everyone’s approval

for your strength,

because in the end,

we’re all narcissist

and need approval.

I can at least admit it,

which makes me

the greatest

narcissist of all.

-JDR-

 

One touch

I knew then,

when your hand

hung on for that

extra second

and our fingers

refused to depart,

that I knew

the connection

was real.

but the homeless woman

tried to sell us lottery

tickets

and I waved her off,

like an annoying insect,

with the buzzing noise of

motorbikes

zipping by,

with eyes,

Eyes,

fixed upon you.

They don’t want to leave

their position.

And why should they?

You’re treasure;

I won the lottery without playing.

But the homeless woman

is still homeless

while I get to call you home.

life just isn’t fair

and I’m surely partly to blame.

-JDR-

loving myself

Once I figured out

how to love myself,

I no longer needed

any. of. you.

Problem is now,

I’m alone

And

until I can find someone

to love me more than

I do,

I’ll be sharing my stories

with you

And

only you.

My. One.

My. Only.

My mirror.

-JDR-