I tend to fall in love with T.V. characters
who could never be real,
but I trick myself into thinking:
maybe they could be.
I tend to think everyone is homosexual
now that same-sex marriage is legal,
and I wonder if my boyfriend enjoys:
*** with a man behind my back.
I tend to reject any category or groupings,
meaning I prefer to stand alone,
thinking that it somehow:
makes me better than the rest.
I tend to pay no attention to the speaker
as they speak, but rather,
I listen to the words and imagine:
these words were meant for me.
I tend to wonder if I set my expectations too high,
or if my childhood was too perfect,
which causes me to picture:
a perfect fairy-tale as my future.
I tend to push my partners too hard,
often creating cynical tension
for lack of appeasement that goes something like:
thank you for the broken heart.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
I tend to fall in love with T.V. characters
who could never be real,
but I trick myself into thinking:
maybe they could be.
I tend to think everyone is homosexual
now that same-sex marriage is legal,
and I wonder if my boyfriend enjoys:
*** with a man behind my back.
I tend to reject any category or groupings,
meaning I prefer to stand alone,
thinking that it somehow:
makes me better than the rest.
I tend to pay no attention to the speaker
as they speak, but rather,
I listen to the words and imagine:
these words were meant for me.
I tend to wonder if I set my expectations too high,
or if my childhood was too perfect,
which causes me to picture:
a perfect fairy-tale as my future.
I tend to push my partners too hard,
often creating cynical tension
for lack of appeasement that goes something like:
thank you for the broken heart.
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