Can you turn the hours into minutes?
minutes are to be ignored, forgotten, sacrificed
devoured by the invisible force
and this force is all i feel.

whispered promises mean they cant be said too loud
because they lie.
dont promise things that cant be made
they have no room to unfold while I sit and
stare at you.
this is no love melody
this is of no importance
this is cant be said too many times
this is nothing until you notice me

can you take yourself out and see that i want in?
its so hard to get past the inner voice that stops
all of what could be, all that I want to be.
temping, tumultuous, blinking on and off.
I cant look at it anymore.

its this way inside
its otherwise outside
2 different realities
forcing both to contort to the other
which voids them out so lets get naked.