noticed me

i've begun to notice

my words are like my paintings,

just vague enough

with a ton of dramatic

just plain enough

yet, elegantly refined

and as I hold my breath

for just another moment

I die inside for the desire

to spend time with you

trick myself into thinking

that this one last breathe

will s-t-r-e-t-c-h the seconds

I'm actually going to get

it was yesterday

that I began to notice

my writing is like my painting,

vague enough

and strikingly-over-dramatic

plain enough

yet, oh-so-elegantly-refined:

Me.