I am Zac Lindsay

“She’s far too game for what you’re thinking.”
Momentarily, it resonates,
With all those tiny details:
Her hair in a breeze.
The warmth of her hand.
Her arm around my waist.
Or was it her waste?
Who could tell while this tired?
You’re not tired, are you?
We can rest if you need,
Unless you do.
Just catch up later.
Is that what you were & will be?
My gateway drug?
You’ve taken my time and my sanity.
Not to mention, my sanity.
I simply can’t think straight these days,
So how could I wonder,
Why she would do that to me?
Like I’d dare utter the response,
Or listen if someone did.
I can’t hold smoke and speak, anyways.
Fuck
All
Things.