Momentum

I’ll read your eloquent words over and over

as if I can see the elusive corners of your mind

you tell me that time doesn’t exist 

or that we do not exist within time -

but, its 12:53am

and when we pirouetted in the darkness of your room

it was 1:23am

and you counted the hours we shared - 

5

you tell me that time doesn’t exist 

then why do I need to

      slow

      it

      down?

I live in a world of constant motion 

wrapped up in the earth’s spin

I live in a world of “productivity is key”

and “be here on time”

where quicker is better; where faster is the norm

but in the moment,

inertia

perpetuating motion

of something so real - and raw, taking root

no compromise -

but darling, the things I’d do for those eyes…

I’ve existed for nineteen years, one month, nine days, one hour, and a few minutes after that

encountered the pain

made the mistakes

I made the choices 

the ones that I thought were the best at the time

but my impatience stems from being tempted by the apple - 

which is a funny metaphor

because apples are my least favorite fruit

but are beautiful 

on the inside and out

  and if you cut them just right,

  they form a heart in the middle.

sharing moments and

sharing words and

stealing kisses

doesn’t have to be defined

    not in space

    nor time

if we simply exist

  why can’t we exist together?

  - separately

but nonetheless intertwined

you do deserve me at my best,

there’s no doubting that.

and I’m getting there - 

the resentment stemmed from suppression

simple solution - let go

it was that easy all along

 simply needed the inertia

 the momentum

 to get to the realization

all I know is that

your mind

[what I’ve seen so far]

is a beautiful thing

and I’d like to be by your side

       - but I know that you’ll simply tell me “in due time”