I come back to you

hoping you will overflow my cup

as if there was any oil to begin with.

My feelings for you are so conflicting-

perhaps clarity is trapped in the gutter of my adolescent mind.

I can say I love you more than the ones that have come before,

but can I truly say I love you?

I adore the glares and gazes

when they see us on the busy downtown roads

I adore the way your fingers dance on my skin-

I allow each cavity in my mind to be filled by your memory.

Yet, I can never be comforted by your voice,

or look at you with sympathy and adoration.

Am I shallow? Do I use you to fill the gaps in my heart

that have grown each moment I am in this city?

Oh,

It is all in the gutter of my adolescent mind.