Scarcity fading (useless title but i like the sound of it)

What's with me
the bitter one
the loner
i get sentimental
when i see the shape of a poetic heart
in a puddle of sky water
brightened by the streetlights
cut in a hollow to the black tarmac
in the middle of a silent and common street
of a common residential neighborhood
graffitis on the walls
and neglected gardens
on a fuzzy night

why am i here?
why am i the only one here!

and i start musing
divagating
that there's someone walking with me
a girl
that sweet girl
why would she be here
in that desolated place with me
and maybe that's how my musing is revealed
flawed

i would bend over
kneel
say how to look at it
"you see that mock heart twinkling on the road"
and i want to reach for the lips
kiss
there
anywhere
for a strange-shaped greasy puddle
on an alley of a dirty town

in the dark
in the loneliness
of my dreams



(why would someone choose scarcity
effort
and simple joy
over comfort
luxury [that i always confuse with lust]
and a life of carelessness
because i do
and i thrive in this
in my imagination)

walking alone at night is just a significative part of my life