pour your heart out, Iuppiter...

trying to squeeze this
insignificant yet impeccable
utterly bitter feeling;
into a shattered reality,
of a highly implosive heart.
i'm trying to figure you out-
of your generational bullshit,
all the explicity,
the lush porn you're trapped in.
yet you're starving depth,
an authentic connection
a lent ear to count on and pour into.
i've given you all of it.
cracked open my soul and 
handed you as a gift
you were inspired, moved
but not in love; 
and lust, just like waves missing their shores,
has never hit you.
almost stupid
but irresistibly sweet you are.
a gentle soul,
curious and capable you are.
willing but forgetful, 
a clumsy illiterate of emotions you are.
and i loved you-
oblivious and adrift..

and you, still-
with your eyelashes, your mouth,
are something unequaled.