Agoraphobia

You are the starless sky.
An untarred road full of holes.
The overgrown garden path.
Inviting me in, yet unable to lead me anywhere.

You confuse me with your certainty.
A corporate, bong hitting skater,
What the fuck?
Make a lunchtime appointment to hang out with me?

Invite you to weightlift, no talking, we'll listen to jazz.
That's what you yearn for the most, you say.
I haven't shared my calendar and you're too busy to work out a date.
I'm unemployed, friendless, i dont talk to anyone.

Timeless stories.
Tragic trajectories.
Parallel fates.
Bullshit.

Reply to my letter.

Treat me better.

I went outside for you.

Twice.