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.
