Unnecessary
As I watch the sway of your walk,
the lightly shake of your shoulder blades,
your back toward my contemplating eyes.
Should I or should I not reach for you,
to touch your slight freckled shoulder,
only one little soft touch to let you know.
I am here.
I am here to save your noisy life of unnecessary chaos,
of the unnecessary nonsense,
replaced with my opinions of what is extremely necessary.
My nonsense.
Your life will be full of confusion, chaos, happy laughter.
Your eyes will glisten to the life of me.
Though, it's a bitter lie.
You will be mad,
with frustration because you turned me away to be with her.
To be with unnecessary, empty, predictable life of her.
It will be unnecessary for you to be with necessary me.
