string theory II

have I ever told you about

the strings theory?

I think I made it up

I'm not sure

too much time on the train platform

too much time and too many buses

made me realise about one and only thing

we are connected

interconnected

by strings

some of them stronger than others

some of them unknown 

some weary

and always, always breakable

and these strings knit up

not a coat

but maybe a soul

which resides not in us

but in everything we are

and by everything I mean everyone

strings are made of people who are made of people

you are as much as me as I am of you

we are the same

some threads vary

yes

but look at how many strings we share

and maybe tightening the knots takes time

I know

I really want you to think about it

think about people

think about love, hate, fear

think about it all and see how absurds life seems to be

when we are all the same things

simple strings

then why are we lovers and enemies?

well, I haven't yet discovered

help me find out

the one and only: knees

this is my only consent
this is and will be
forever
the only reason I will awake

every morning 
to find me
starving of your
face

----
classrooms and hallways
don't really mean much
and won't mean much when you're gone

if only
if only I wasn't such a proud
little jerk
I could be better at who I am
----
fuck, I didn't think I'd miss you this much.


----
I sat at the edge of the stairs
the absent silence
of your hands and maybe also your knees
or your hand on my knee

the glimpse of a touch
just makes my heart
restart
over and over like a wrecked piece of material

----
where are you now?

----
why am I in love?
how stupid
how stupid

I shouldn't be like this
I should be someone I'm proud of
(but I can't help it
I'm proud of us)

----
I'm in your dreams
your handwriting
messages
I'll be there
just hang on
let me hang on
to the memory of
the fading 
touch