avoiding glares across the room
writing letters in pages of books
breathing down the neck of my new best friend
i lost again
like newlyweds
getting high, apologize
measured by my jealousy
unaware of my own biases
contrary to what you'd normally expect
i will ameliorate wounds that I've left
we don't know what we're capable of
posturing is the word of the day
personal anguish, trust over time
a path divides in the brush somewhere
a faint voice leads me home