i don't like
loving you
because you
are so flawlessly
human.
you breathe
like anyone else,
with faults, & rough edges,
and your face isn't
karmic, (like his was)
our connection isn't
fate, (i don't have the heart
to believe in
such whimsical
ideals anymore)
we're just having
fun, for the time,
for the night, for the
moment,
your curls lace
my fingertips to your
scalp
grounded with
no fantasy.
i don't like
the meandering of
my soul right now,
i like you, i like enjoying this,
but i don't like
the aimlessness
of this: i miss
karma, and spirits,
and souls
i am tragic
& this love is
too sane