I ate a bag of cherries
as I sat and thought of you…
sometimes,
in the strangest of cases
things turn out to be true.
We set fire to old memories
and burn out old flames
and I have to say
its been a long time
since my inane name
sounded so sane.
…
Fiction and fact, I have learned
to meld, and I’m a **** good
welder, that’s for sure.
You ask me about stories and occasions
Ha! you should see your face…
Believing me.
These lies have become
detrimental to me.
If I had actually done them,
I’d be
so
ashamed.
I’m really not sure what or how
I think of you…
you find me appealing, and then
tell me promptly goodnight.
These English words I’m
manipulating, manufacturing,
can only go so far.
This started out as a simple rhyme. Now I’m not sure what it is.
I feel the same way
about you.