Nah

I’m not mad

Because

That would imply that I care

A Bleak Reality

Why does flying make me feel so much?

Is it the lack of phone access?

So I’m forced to become introspective and solemn

Questioning my choices and feelings

Thinking too much about the wrong people 

And not enough about the right ones

Realizing I have too much love to share 

But I give almost none of it to anyone 

Feeling like my heart might explode from its cage

The cage I have built and layered with extra muscle

That serratus anterior is sure there for me...

These clouds remind me of the ocean 

And I wonder if that too has many layers

Does going through each one cause turbulence?

Everything is suspended here 

The perfection reminding me of how truly flawed I am

Not that I’d want to be anything else

But the reminder brings darkness

A bleak reality awaits me on the ground

Why do I love you?