valerie’s favorite.
-i meant to call you but i’ve just been and i’m kind of-
*by someone that’s over being over things*
(frankie leone, just a man)
*i meant to call you but
things are crazy with nights ending alone except for the spinning walls
things are crazy glaring enviously at that couple in mccarren park
things are crazy clock-watching knowing nothing thrilling is at home
things are crazy staring longingly at strangers on the l train
i’ve just been
so busy keeping everyone at arms length when i actually have time
so busy eating at anna maria’s alone pretending to enjoy solitude
so busy convincing acquaintances i have important things happening
so busy searching missed connections claiming it’s only for entertainment
and i’m kind of
over hanging with groups of happy people at coney island feeling alone
over searching for newness and excitement when there’s youtube/youporn
over feeling inadequate when there’s remarks to be made about hipsters
over being just another human with desire, fear, obsession and hope
i’m sure you can understand.*
