the illusion of confusion
May 22, 2012
I lay in bed writing sonnets in my head
swept away by currents untold
and as the moon shines through my skylight
I watch the night unfold.
You want something you won’t give
forgetting all you get in this life is what is yours.
What do you want? Fuck that. What do you need?
I confuse myself thinking of you, confuse you with me.