from Oscar Wilde

He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.

zoned, out.

once floating,
now
pierced, rushed
forced out of comfort
zone.

thoughts continue to
myself
and from,
uncontrolled.

i thought you cared?
you really do not
your letters, while they seemed personal
private
intimate?
were not
as they were sent
to others
as well

just a fool
(pick a number)
an address
and apparently
possessing an
unrecovered
heart.

twice pierced,
i should just float
rush,
force myself
out.

away.

(there was not much,
by the way,
that was comfortable)