I don't want to live in a daydream
Scraping my hands on suburban kitchen tiles
Repeating the same delusional point, dumb pointless fantasies
Neatly compartmentalised, perfectly narcissistic
I thought this rollercoaster ride wasn't happening anymore
Always crashing in the same car, circling back over the same forgetful insights
If it's any consolation, I'm disappointed in myself too
I love you, but I'm just not tall enough to go on this ride yet
And maybe I never will be
We are small, we are exasperated and broke together
But only one of us isn't inarticulate or delusional
And it isn't the one seeing me for who I really am in the present
Sorry. These feelings are gross and vain
I want to banish them, cut them out of me and plant them back in the ground
This is the stuff that ruins marriages
I love you
I love you
I love you
But I'm not even good at writing poems.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
I don't want to live in a daydream
Scraping my hands on suburban kitchen tiles
Repeating the same delusional point, dumb pointless fantasies
Neatly compartmentalised, perfectly narcissistic
I thought this rollercoaster ride wasn't happening anymore
Always crashing in the same car, circling back over the same forgetful insights
If it's any consolation, I'm disappointed in myself too
I love you, but I'm just not tall enough to go on this ride yet
And maybe I never will be
We are small, we are exasperated and broke together
But only one of us isn't inarticulate or delusional
And it isn't the one seeing me for who I really am in the present
Sorry. These feelings are gross and vain
I want to banish them, cut them out of me and plant them back in the ground
This is the stuff that ruins marriages
I love you
I love you
I love you
But I'm not even good at writing poems.
I don't remember what this poem is about