#wrong words

Cupcake seasoning

Floor brush

Vertical parking lot

in my head

i write a letter to you

sometimes it starts with your name

sometimes you’re just a mysterious figure

or maybe it’s a rambling half way through

but every time I get to writing

the message gets lost in the logistics

the nonsensical transition from one idea to another

the words that don’t quite say what I mean

the constant feeling like I’m introducing this grand idea

the idea that i feel some way about you that can’t be held by words

but never getting to the point

because i can’t

and sometimes i wish i had the devices

to record the things that echo in my mind

so that one day you might understand

the depth of this consuming force