rules

lucky for you,

i am not qualified to love you.

thank the air around you

for making you so cool and solitary

for the breeze that follows you

around here

i am walking back

and walking forth

walking from

and walking to

somewhere they tell me i need to go

but i'm not so sure.

i move with thoughts

of the sound of your footsteps

the sound of your loneliness

your lonely popularity.

they're all so afraid to touch you

and i am too.

thank you for not saying anything

because words lead to thoughts

and thoughts lead me to

a fictional nowhere

of me hiding behind a tree

looking on as you kiss her.