Found ~ Twenty Two West 112th Street Poem by H.i Chesebit

This is one of a series of 'Found Poems' I have been experimenting with this format and comments would be welcomed.

Twenty Two West 112th Street

It’s sad
The way I feel
Cutting
Complicated collusion

Everything matters
Caring cover up
'I love you'

They are the waves
My mind is constantly
Riding through the night

Out Of Touch
Smiles
Aimed at other Guys
'He's my only weakness'

My memory of you
Crying night after night
Looking through me

Cutting myself on memories
Once again
Pain
Vacant House
Twenty Two West 112th Street