There is something different about the sky.

Makes you question horizon, and

gravity

the way people gravitate then separate

beneath the same sky.

There is something different about love.

It feels ugly this time around, because

these times that come around

come with anger

and confusion, they

are homeless

and their strength tastes hopeless, so

shifting towards reckless behaviors

they feed upon messes

Massaging onto mattress, down

to belly

the reaction is to come quickly.

There's been something different about your

touch, about

your You.

There is something different about

you, the

way you’ve been showing another side of you

in the form of the "old you," and

you’ve been dodging love as if Satan was coming to your doorstep, and

it's just not the day.

There is something different about

you, the

way you had to mature for everyone but yourself

at the age of wishing and wanting

women who barely ever want you back.

There's been something different about

the way you wrap your arms around neck, in

retaliation to anger, but

there is a God, and

he gets upset too.

There is something different about God, too.

About now, about

me

about us, about

life, about

me, about

more.

There is something different about your truths.

You minimize it for days in with your friends, who

can't possibly love you the way I can get to love you.

There is something different about sky, or

how bout the sun, even

the moon, and

the horizon.

The way it melts down the skyline, as

if the perfect highlight.

We've met during the greatest contours of life, where

love is the freshest and the most raw, but

there was something different about the clock.

It may not be the right timing,

And don’t take that personally

Or

You just haven’t matured enough.