maybe i’m just not inspired

and where do i go from here
washed up fresh on uncharted shores
revolving doors leading to new corridors
unexplored circles of lonely faces
traces of past and future places
phrases the same from tongues no longer mingled
tingled flesh sears beneath siren fingers
your smell lingers and so i try to stay away
avoid the fraying heart you sculpt like clay
and play with
each day i awake stiff from thinking
focusing on priorities exalted by convienence
i stagger home dreamless when i see you smile
drive miles singing to drown my longing
fawning over cold steps to an empty bed
my head pinned by a heavy heart
i start
like a balloon being over inflated in a cage
you only see parts of me
depending on which way you turn