paparazzi

cigarette ashes
and car crashes
just to catch a
photo of your
kiss

at the heart of average

in the middle of the fire
where i burnt away
painted a faint ash
in my lovely shade of grey

in the middle of the place
where i neither visit or live
in a state of uncomfort
and i've nothing left to give

in the middle of this ledge
where i could jump or fall
everything has meaning
but means nothing to me at all

in the middle of this sequence
where i forgot to write
trapped within a battle
that i don't want to fight

in between this middle
neither below or above
this game of hide and seek
where i've lost how to love

wayfaring strangers who crossed paths once

i tried to find what i had written down

but i forgot where i had hid it.

tried to recapture what was never really mine

and if i see you on a tuesday let's act like it's a sunday and pretend as if we possess what we can never really hold

and if we never are to meet again

the unexpected got the best of me

and now i'm at my worst