Mid Air Love Message

Kisses are never safe when residue of old love is left

how could I feel lesser when someone better

walks around / waiting for you to call out

As your cold hand grasps mine I feel unright

and privileged to be

and you're the same chemical as stars

Deformed fingers leave trails of hearts in writing

could three words be the end to births only meaning

Crying to sleep is my remedy

urgently trying to stand on broken / confused legs

Am I looking for reasons not to be happy

emotions catch up with me / I'm too fast for them