All This...

all this...wasted

was i really supposed to be shown

when everything is either a tip or a tone

i can't even rely on what is and isn't known

the wind she tries to tell me secret things

her words fall deaf upon and around my ears

i hope she tries again

all this...denied

each minutely intrinsic singe

every socially accepted cringe

every single sleight of mind binge

i taste a cold bite

it fills my mouth with empty

taste buds flee with flavourless attrition

all this…longing

this constant embryonic yearning

this unquenched desire still learning

these fires smell like the edge of forever burning

nothing is what it’s supposed be

nothing is what it is

more pastries?

all this...all of this,

all of these all of them

all of now all of when

all of nothing nothing of all

oh god…

i do hope she tries again