pressure from all points
prickling, pleading, pinning
busy and bustling
kicking the calm
a trying introvert
flailing and failing
someone else is in the house
quiet and subtle
leaving traces
of pitted stomachs
and stolen trust
i want to be alone with my lover
but am caught up with the world
inside and out
of my flat
of my mind
creating distance
but from the wrong things
and for the wrong reasons
some things i want to say to you
but i can’t
