i haven't written anything in quite a while

A POEM WITH A SIMILIE
Two feet are mine rather than four
And learning to balance has been a challenging task
I feel like a hominid who is ten years behind the pace of evolution
Someone else has always helped me to make my lithic aids
There’s a few pieces that I still haven’t found
And wobbling towards the end I feel a hand
Of someone potential interest steadying
And I need to learn to stop searching for that hand
Everywhere I look I wonder if it is you
Or you or you or you or you
even in
Most delusional and romanticized moments
Then I know that broken people just like me
Are every place that you look
and I’m not quite returned yet. Never quite rounded
into the stretch of comfort with this singular
life without those extra two feet.

ROPED WITH REGRET
We were bound to collide.
Literal strings screamed with the tautness of their weighted burden
Straining with resistance seasoned with stolen glances
And we tried a time to not
For we had regretted what had yet to become
this is a mistake even before it’s made.
Unspecified pronouns we should leave it at that
And I walked you halfway home thinking nothing more than
Have I set fire to the only book worth reading?
Only three quarters finished anyways I need to continue
There is more within us to be reclaimed
And I can’t accept only a fraction of what we need be
So since the binds have snapped broken beyond repair
Please allow that we had no choice
Because when the sun deconstructs, rendering everything else meaningless
I want to sit at your side in memoriam of all we’ve suffered
And laugh at the calamity that seems so small
In comparison with the disaster we wreaked upon ourselves.