I don’t know
whether I love you,
or if I loath you…

I guess I’ll just take
the middle ground,
and say,

‘I like you.’

The scratch on your face heals
as my attraction comes and goes…

What am I up to?

Making something beautiful,

‘I don’t care.’

Easy as that,
and I’ve turned it into something ugly…

Paint me again
the poor boy that I am;
laugh at me
and pour me a drink.

All in one Sentence
if you please.

All in one motion…

Emotions have brought me
from here—

—to there.

Like reliving every
eventful stare.

Was it you or I
who cared?

I seem to forget…

Thank me again,
and receive your tip.

I think we’re similar enough,
after all,
we’re cut from the same fluff.

And knowing that is—

Far—

Too—

Much.
*(rough)