novelty

you look in awe

not of me

of that I’m not her

and you’re happy

 

But it’s not me

I’m just a novelty

to you

and to many

 

But novelties fade

awe dissipates

you’ll leave full

and I’ll be empty

 

Getting over her

through me

And you’ll never have

to get over me.

 

I’m just a novelty

brooklyn, 2016

almost

So many almosts.

Fuck almosts.

But the pain of an almost is always better than the easy void of a not at all.

The day I choose the certainty of a not at all over the risk of an almost is the day I allow my youth to crumble.

My youth will never crumble.

I might live a life full of almosts, or maybe, one day, an almost will cease to be an almost and we’ll be there.

And it will be worth every other almost.

But fuck almosts.

brooklyn, 2015