Inkpaw

the moon
the great, full, pimple of the sky. 
yous welcome.
I enjoyed sharin my wisdom. 

Lupin 

you push me 
i punch you 
you stick your tongue out 
I make farting noises

you hide behind your dark gray hoodie
I slip away into my head 
you act like I ignored you

if I had to give up one of my senses 
it would be my sense of balance 
I don't have much of one anyway
but never taste
I don't think I would ever smile again if I couldn't taste my grandmother's homemade soups
never touch

you 
you are all I can think about

your fill my head with thoughts I shouldn't think
and make my heart beat faster every time you blink

I half miss the times you didn't know what I was

time flies like a startled bird
as quickly as it can.

while tree branches twist and twirl 
In the eddies of the wind.

the world spins ever faster 
on it's invisible axle