bittersweet words
sound better
on the backs of melodies
hidden in between the cracks
of broken hearts
while a song is played
over the air
stationed near the ocean
of thoughts that are finite

hurt feelings
heal faster
in the moments of impulse
that disregard caution
and instead lead reckless,
towards the hills of being quiet
as you think about
just how much you want her

incomplete thoughts
make sense
when you need someone
like him
to be flexible enough
in his firm
allowing for changes
to be implemented

and thus love is
disruptive
inconveniently amazing
radically plain
and astoundingly awkward
for the purpose(s)
of being
real.

-see

©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet