Dysfunction

From blogs.miaminewtimes.com

We are a passionate movie scene

A desire.. man made

It’s not supposed to be like this

You make me feel so low, worthless, desperate

Then say with your eyes

baby give me a kiss

It’s rusty..

there are sparks flying

from the pieces that grind,

& roll over each other

No longer fitting together

Malfunction…

These words fall silently from my lips

Before I grab a hold of you

It’s uncontrollable

The way we touch

We are parts of this machine

Squeaking and screeching

Uncared for

we’ve taken it for granted

Now, it is just used to doing

what it does

We are outdated

You no longer take me on dates

It’s broken,

Dysfunction

And we can’t let go

Because somehow this beaten up machine

Still moves