drop the act
I don’t know you
or even love you
but your smile I’ve
been waiting a lifetime to see
pink and laughing
even in silence
the corners lift up
to carry me on them
how did these lips come
to attach to such a face
whose look of engrossed abandon
clutters up the space
between thoughts and words?
fucking with me
as I strive to see
something to attach myself to
a sign of life
that compliments a smile
so uncomfortably beautiful
yet there’s only this disconnect
I can almost respect
but could never take home
and put to bed