Omission

Your shape is too much

like my own,

my discomfort,

and I know how it wants,

how it tries to be touched.

I want to run my mouth

as abandoned as you never did

to depict the delusions

I had planned on living out.

You'll realize, one of these nights

when you're without destination

or a surefire "I need you",

that the reality of you

having what you think you need

verses what you had

is spined and wretched.

You'll have a hard time leaving

something so sharp

to be stepped on

but I'll do it, I always do.

I can never omit

that "I wont hold a grudge"

because it's true

though what's close

will always prove

the easiest route.