I see you
a preview
of a perfect blight
summer nights
with windows down
and I try not to drown
in acid rain
again

I miss not missing you
I miss not thinking of you
Go back where you belong,
Anywhere but my thoughts

If we lived in a world
Where you didn’t age a day until you met your soulmate
I would have gotten my first grey hair
When I met you

is there a reason
is it for pleasure or fun
that you mess with hearts?

Sometimes I miss you
But why waste precious brain space
Thinking about trash

We’re all just chameleons
Blending into the common trends
Nothings truly original anymore
But conforming is too boring
So then we encourage the parrots
Who cut through with their loud colors
And unique patterns
but they’re too different
even though everyone knows
Parrots are much prettier than chameleons
Soon after they arrive they are forced back from where they came
Different is good, but only if it’s the same as everyone else’s different.

drowning in honey is incredibly easy.
unless you know it’s honey.